you're Not like the others

Everybody writes about
soft touches, and Gentle laughter
being nice and never Hurting a soul

but that's not You.
you Carve marks into my skin
and when you laugh, really Laugh
it isn't gentle its loud and Fun.

you're not Scared to say what bothers you
not scared to hurt if they hurt You.

but when we talk a Serious talk
I'm not scared, or anxious, or mad
i feel safe, acknowledged and Loved.

you're Not like the others, you're you
and to be honest, i Love you.


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I looked at the "
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                                     and then back at
                                                               us,
                                                                    but I could see
                                                                                           N
                                                                                             O
                                                                                                difference.

Never did I think,
That moving ‘home’,
Would be the reason,
I constantly think about the end.

I was so naïve to even think,
That me being back,
Would be any different.

I made their lives more difficult,
They were happy without me.
It must be such a pain,
For them to have to look at me.

Each day only gets worse,
I don’t know how long I can take it,
Before I break.

.
.
.

Who could have known,
That moving ‘home’,
Would mean the end.

It never occurred to me
That is was a door–
Not a wall
At all.
It’s something I can’t unsee:
The door’s not a wall anymore.
Though physically,
This can be;
Why can’t my life be full of doors
Instead of dead ends on every floor?

if I were you
and you were me
together maybe we could be
the people that we dreamt to be
I’d feel your feet inside my shoes
you’d feel my pain inside your head
we’d see the world
through our eyes
we’d feel the wind
on our skin

if I were you
and you were me
we’d understand each other’s world
for free