These pages are ready to burn-
they are.
All of what i have written here-
all of me.
If someone who knows me, reads these
sacred pages,
i would not be able to bear the humiliation,
the nakedness.
All of me exposed-
my tears,
my lies,
my joy,
my soul,
my body,
my mind,
my memories,
my sweat-
my life.
God,
every word i spill-
too much of me-
too much of who i am.
my username helps but till how long?
how long until someone looks up my name and they'll know my identity?
how do i hide now?
how do i flee?
pieces of my heart,
in my pockets,
as i take them out,
rip them each to shreds-
each to tiny pieces-
they will never be retrieved,
never be seen again-
never be shown.
they will burn.
and so i dump them in the fire-
in the middle of a snowy forest.
and they burn-
forever these pages of my life-
my tears,
my heart,
vanishing all in a blink.
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Footnotes
but if only i could do that-
let my past go so easily-
so instead,
i sit here,
letting them stay.
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i hope no one who knows me, ever reads this and all the other pages here.
-Listening to "I Can't Make You Love Me" by Travis Atreo
10.24.21
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