suffer for speaking

should never open my mouth again
unless to laugh at whatever it is you say
from now i see how you
freak out whenever i do the things that you also do
especially when they are flattering or misunderstood
rolling around in glass in my mind because i
finally gazed at myself through your eyes
only the wounds and kisses are showing anymore but
right in time for the ceation of new
scars which are so very well deserved
perhaps the fire will begin to flow or
even make a path to the ocean or out the window
across the street or across the country
keeping only the good times in mind
into the storm of all the past repurcussions
noticing it is time to gather all the puzzle pieces
going to find out your self portrait is not broken
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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