I didn’t mean to be too much
Too much for me
Too much for you
I didn’t mean to let it slip
Let you see that I was a flawed human
A fraud human
I didn’t mean to unzip
My costume past the nape of my truth
For you to see
My insecurity
The Real Me
My voice
My roots
What you still don’t know is
I commit these little suicides
I go to bed when it is still light
I end the day on my dime
I spend the last few moments of my life
Writing these letters to you
That will die with this day within me.
The truth?
This letter isn’t for you.
Goodnight, My Friend.
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