You cannot hate me
For what I believe
Just because my believe
Is different to your believe
You cannot break me
For the words I speak
Just because my speak
Is different to your speak
You cannot judge me
For the way I live
Just because my live
Is different to your live
You cannot hate me
When you can’t even see me
You cannot
You cannot
Because in the end
You cannot fail to see
that  I am just like you
Doing what I can
Passing through

Do you need another poem?
haven’t all my words been sown

I stitched verses together  
to  get  her
forget    her

I cannot

She is at my seams
my lungs scream

silence

I provide it
in brief moments of emptiness

I have no mistress
no muse at my disposal
just memories that act like chains upon my heart

but this is art

No! this is my heart
sprawled across the page

every page

I wage war with myself
just so I can speak

I keep nothing back
you’ve seen the white and the black
a contrast that happens so fast
I almost look complete

I could never accept defeat
not even death could steal my promises

I promised this

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