I hope you can forgive me
I'm just somebody with a body that doesn't feel like my own,
have you talked to your neighbor?
I think they're selling their house for half of what they bought it for,
do you feel like you're grown up? because I do
and I feel like winter doesn't come when it has to
but if you see me up and down your street,
I hope you say hi because you might not get me twice,
and even after all these years, the broken vases and your ugly screaming faces,
I hope you can forgive me...because I already did,
Take it for what it is, a beautiful masterpiece, a fucked up piece of wannabe poetry,
But I still feel you all around the corners,
my parents told me I should get out of town,
hopefully, the absence of you can help clear my mind,
I hope
I truly do,
for a day you finally become brave,
get that ticket you craved since you were eight, fly to Paris, make new friends,
I hope you forget all about your sister's mistakes,
hope you call your mother twice a day,
and after all,
I hope you forgive me as I did to myself.
YOU ARE READING
FACELESS
Документальная прозаCome along and live many lives. The Faceless have laid their secrets just for you; their stories and conversations filled with life drip from the pages; guard this book close to your heart, for your secrets might be on it too.