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Doy A Apr 2015
I am defenseless.
I am weak.
I am vulnerable.
I am sensitive.
I am thoughtful.
I am smart.
I am independent.
I am dependent.
I am headstrong.
I am naïve.
I am enough.
I am more than enough.
I am selfish.
I am proud.
I am giving.

I am a blank paper crumpled
and thrown away
and you picked me up
and said,
"You're beautiful.
I will never hurt you."


You are stubborn.
You are lazy.
You are strong.
You are smart.
You are crazy.
You are vibrant.
You are an adventure.
You are enough.
You are more than enough.
You are selfless.
You are humble.
You are simple.

*You are the crash after the high
I never thought you'd ever
Hurt me.
Doy A May 2014
As quickly as the ocean's waves turn themselves in
And as nimble as the ballerina making her final spin

As timely as the spring flowers come to life
And as melancholy as tonight

As agile as the lion's prey
And as doomed as the words I could never say

I love you, I love you
With as much blood as my heart can take
With as much breath as my lungs can contain
and let go.
Infinite.

I love you, I love you
With as much width as these tiny hands can hold,
With as much as steps these feet can muster
Limitless.

I love you, I love you
With as much time as this universe has.
*Boundless.
Doy A May 2014
I hear ten… No, eleven.
Eleven different voices everyday.
I try to shut them up,
But it only gets worse.
They shut me up.
Until I can no longer hear my own voice,
Screaming, as I tell my friends about the man I see across the room
Holding a dagger, ******.
Smiling, with teeth stained with the flesh of all the people he hurt before me.

They tell me, "It’s all in your head."
But how can that be
When I feel it piercing through my skin,
Gnawing on my bones,
Eating up my brain?

Eleven.. No, six.
Six voices telling me I’m beautiful
In languages I was never taught.

They tell me to calm down.
"Breathe."
But what they don’t understand
is how I can never tell the difference
Between crazy and sane,
Reality and delusions

You held my hand one night,
And I knew for sure
*I was ******.
Doy A Apr 2014
"Oh" was all I was able to say
when you called my name.
And trust me,
I’m the person who never runs out of words
But here you are
Smile, stance, wits
Machismo
Bravado
And here I am
Tiny, vulnerable, awestruck
Beaming
Yours.
Doy A Jul 2014
Who cares if it's Monday and it's 2pm
You're on my mind and on my skin
You're gnawing at my bones
Eating through my brain
It's 2pm on a cold Monday
And I miss you.

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