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Kimberly Sep 2012
Sometimes,
I feel like I'm living my life
just trying to fool me.
I don't even know what parts
of myself
are real anymore,
and it scares me.
I want to know who I am,
but I'm also scared to death,
because maybe,
I'll hate me.
Kimberly Sep 2012
I'd like a fresh start.
Is that too much to ask?
I'd want to move on,
but that's a laborious task.
My past weighs me down
like a noose
or a crown.
I need a new page,
or I think I may drown.
Kimberly Sep 2012
It's been a while
since feelings like these have pervaded, invaded, slipped through
the walls I built up.
I was afraid to trust
having been misused, mistreated, mistaken.
But you cured me...
it seems, I hope, I fear
with your incorruptible inculpability.
I was wary to let go, commit, reveal.
But you convinced me
it's okay
to express, abandon, accept.
So to me
it's quite new
(kind of hand-me-down new)
this feeling, experience, occurrence;
like closing a box,
hiding it away,
only to open it
much later
and find something:
new, developed, changed
better.
It's all so
strange, unexpected, exciting
incredible:
the way you make me feel.
I'm relearning
how to trust, to share, to grow
to love.
And,
despite my misgivings,
I long to grow closer, learn more, be free.
Because to me
you're unique
amazing
inspiring.
Kimberly Sep 2012
your love, it holds me
your love, it binds me
your love, it cuts me
your love, it blinds me
your love, makes me feel
like a captive

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