"i want your face"


"you want my face, but would you want my soul?
for it is most rotten, blemished, ugly

dear friend, this 'face' that we're blessed with
is an illusion, only temporal
while the soul within our hearts are eternal

and we do have a choice in choosing our forever"

either i do not exist,
or i am loved by you
i want to be nothing in between.

I find myself zoning out at times
Wanting to say so much
But never really saying anything at all
Maybe this is for the best

What I think is better left unsaid
Opinions I leave on the inside
Never to spoken nor heard
None spoken by my lips but with the little voice in my head

I listen to others
Their sounds, their stories
Reading their words as they form them
But never really understanding

The same thoughts plaguing my mind
Like a broken record only played for one
Clouding self-confidence and determination
I’m left thinking

the screen
the keyboard
the small room
the closed door
locked door
closed window
blinders keeping
the sun away
a chair
an empty stomach
protesting against
tequila
more tequila

ready

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