A.m. Thoughts
Poem by me
Daggers from the one I love.
Sharpened and intentionally pierced.
These lacerations are great.
Me knowingly. You, seemingly unknowingly.
It holds a little bit of weight. But not in permanence.
It took me a while to have these talks.
These examinations of self.
But I stand solid in what I know to be true to self.
It is not who you are.
It is who you answer to.
S…
