these are just words, i don’t give them meaning


i don’t write to be understood
i write,
just
because.
(and that’s enough)

you asked what i’d like in a ring
and i say,
a diamond that is black
gold that is white
because we live in infinite shades of grey
and you and me babe,
we are colored to be beyond ordinary

(should the posts on here
be your only portal of insight into me
i should find it rather interesting
i should find it rather funny
to think of the wrongs
you must think of me
someone did once mention, i rarely post when i am happy)

i am okay,
without having to
present
pretend
perfection

he sang to me
through my stifled sobs
and though i knew not what he was saying
i knew he sang
out of comfort
out of love
and it was soothing

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