I let you, so it's OK
I try not to censor myself because you can read my poems
(I know you can, I don't know if you do)
I try to keep them real,
Expressions of me, my thoughts,
My varied, sometimes contradictory truths
That change as often as I do,
Never staying quite the same for too long
But always recognizable as each other
(Me and my truths, we are one and the same.
Or at least we were, at some point)
I try not to censor myself
(It's a bit stupid, I don't even know if you'll read this)
But there's one poem I kept for myself
(Just one, I'm not too greedy)
I wrote it when I last left you.
It's not depressing, soppy or too strong,
Just facts in poem form.
I know it won't stay mine for long.
I'll put it where you can see it soon enough.
But for now... It's staying mine.
16th Nov '09 (5:13am)
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