i can see the light is gone from my eyes
and the beauty of pain
only the brutality remains; the dissonance
i know i am not the same.
i'm not innocent
i'm held together with stitches.
time can only do so much.
when the sun comes out, i hide
against my will.
that will change.
everything you hate about me
is everything it takes to survive.
but only for the moment.
i am not righteous, i love you
no matter what sins you commit.
i love you, regardless of status
and class.
i am not righteous, but i am not so dissonant,
so confused,
that i do not know how to live without you.
this conversation may not even be happening.
but still, everyday,
she wonders why i'm so insecure.
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