I occasionally feel my smallness
to be a virtue
Yes I am invisible
and timid also, so quick to shut my eyes
I fade into the background.
my head,
settled into a thick fog
I do not speak words
which could be used against.
I do not open up
to those who could so easily harm me.
Don't try to to understand
the trickling through
my eyelids drooped.
When one has a secret life,
one's tears cannot be explained
But the problem is
that secrets worth having
tend to leak out
or implode
So I sometimes permit myself
to open at night,
I who vowed to never open again.
Speak to me at 3 o'clock
for I confess feebly in the light
but in darkness,
I am true
Discover me
before you find me in a coffin,
regretting all the questions
you never asked me
and all the things you should've said
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
I occasionally feel my smallness
to be a virtue
Yes I am invisible
and timid also, so quick to shut my eyes
I fade into the background.
my head,
settled into a thick fog
I do not speak words
which could be used against.
I do not open up
to those who could so easily harm me.
Don't try to to understand
the trickling through
my eyelids drooped.
When one has a secret life,
one's tears cannot be explained
But the problem is
that secrets worth having
tend to leak out
or implode
So I sometimes permit myself
to open at night,
I who vowed to never open again.
Speak to me at 3 o'clock
for I confess feebly in the light
but in darkness,
I am true
Discover me
before you find me in a coffin,
regretting all the questions
you never asked me
and all the things you should've said
