My Unofficial Truths

It's The Little Things Like This

Do you know me like I know me?

Because I know me pretty damn well

I know I seem like an open book

Showing the world who I am

Like the illustrations on a page they read in grade school

Reading aloud the adventures of my narrative

And displaying my story on a stand

For everyone to see

But isn't the story before you

Just the published work?

The revised a million times

And edited to the point of artificiality finish

You think you know me

But you haven't read the original copy

Or any of the drafts in between

These drafts are found in the most intimate parts of my mind

Their physical forms presented in each personal entity

You say you know me

But you haven't been a witness to my sleepy texts sent past 10:40

You don't know the titles of the books on my shelf

Neither have you read the scribbled notes I made in the margins

The boxes I've hidden house their own history

The drawers in my room are only opened by me

My closet isn't something you've ever looked inside

I think there's a lot you can learn from what's under my bed

And how the hidden candy says a lot about my relationship with my siblings

In the pockets of my folded pants and hung up hoodies

There's so much to understand from the playlists I've made

Each individual song has it's own memories

The playlists of reels made for those who are special to me

Hidden in the deeper parts of Instagram

The secret or deeper messages hidden within all of my poems

My Google Docs and Google Keep are filled with thoughts and ideas

The notes app on my phone holds thousands of tiny details about me

And it's the same with my journals they're my mind's form in words

Every sentence is so raw and unfiltered

Sometimes embarrassing

Like the amount of wins I have on Game Pigeon

Are you like me?

Is this how to find the real version of you?

Because this is the real version of me.

The version I don't read aloud unless you're important to me

Am I allowed to find the real version of you?

Because with my version, you're more than allowed to go through and read

 If to me you're alright don't be scared to try

I'll only get mad if I don't feel safe with you

I wouldn't even extend this offer if I felt remotely insecure when it comes to you

So ask your questions

Curiosity is such a wonderful thing

It's not what killed the cat

So if you're willing to search and seek and go on an adventure

Don't feel bad

And please don't be mad

Be gentle when you finally know me like I know me