Sometimes.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 02, 2017

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Sometimes I feel like all I am,
is one lost soul,
slow dancing,
in the flickering shadows of ghosts,
that like to call themselves people.

Sometimes I drown,
in my lies,
in my truths,
waves carressing
each curve of my limp body,
crashing,
shattering,
making and breaking me,
and I don't even bother to hold my breath.

Sometimes I open myself up,
smashing these barriers,
ripping myself apart,
and letting every gaze linger,
eyes narrowed in scrutiny,
minds already judging,
assumptions piled high.
And all I do is shrug.

Sometimes I make promises
just to break them,
to my family,
to myself,
because it makes me feel useless,
and I've started to live for that.

Sometimes I like to think I'm confident,
striding with purpose,
teasing and flirty.
It gives me a burst of excitement,
makes me think I'm high.

I like that.


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