Pieces

death becomes

you and me

so far and free

(I found this snippet of a poem while going through old paper journals in October 2023. I posted it here for posterity. I don't know the exact date. However, I wrote this sometime in late 1999 or early 2000.)

Drifting

it is sad

that you have left me

you have begun

to drift towards

a different sunshine

a dull ache

I bubble over

sometimes

a deep pit

I have

I cry

Hiding

hiding from

the world

from you

I want to

be true

love who I am

all of me

the things I hide

tear me up, inside

Break Free

alone and lost

I can't break free

there are just some things

you don't know about me

why can't I be open

about who I am

would I be

alone again

alone I am

already am

maybe honesty

will be the key

for me

Become

we've become them

it seems

so overnight

it feels like a dream

then it's real

a slap in the face

overwhelming

I feel I could break