Dead names with living faces,
histories behind both
partial or unknown.
If you want to know me,
let me speak,
If you let me speak,
there might be silence.
Because
we both know the dangers of familiarity;
inconsistencies with life and desire;
we both think [we know],
yet do so little.
To speak of I:
to recount,
my actions,
strained decency and flaws.
To form a congruous picture of self...
I find ridiculous.
Let me swing between these lines and labels and lean on whatever may bear my weight.
I will leave you to decide who I am.
Whilst I will my chariot
to keep to who I am.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
Dead names with living faces,
histories behind both
partial or unknown.
If you want to know me,
let me speak,
If you let me speak,
there might be silence.
Because
we both know the dangers of familiarity;
inconsistencies with life and desire;
we both think [we know],
yet do so little.
To speak of I:
to recount,
my actions,
strained decency and flaws.
To form a congruous picture of self...
I find ridiculous.
Let me swing between these lines and labels and lean on whatever may bear my weight.
I will leave you to decide who I am.
Whilst I will my chariot
to keep to who I am.
without knowing who I am
a.k.a Where self-loathing meets grandiose imagery