I’m back with another poem! I actually technically wrote this as a song, but it also works as a poem. You can listen to the voice over if you’re curious about what the melody sounds like. Here we go!
The pain bubbles up inside me
In ordinary moments
When I’m wearing a dress
Headed home from a party
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Or the next morning
When I’m on my own drinking coffee
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Unspoken wounds
Heavy like tombs
Carrying all I don’t say
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Like “how are you?” I’m fine
Well surprise, that’s a lie
Even when all is well
But you’d never tell
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It’s all very cliche
The feelings I write away
And lock up behind wall and key
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Can you carry the weight
Can you even wait
For what I’ll say behind closed doors?
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Will it be enough
To explain, or too much
Or will you wish I had said more?
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This was probably too much
This was probably too much
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I drink coffee for heat
More than caffeine
It helps me know
I’m alive
I’m alive, I’m alive
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
And everything will be “fine.”
