I Am


A selfish liar for hire
Setting fire
To more than rain
The pain
Succumb to numb,
Become someone
Dying
Flying higher
Than our crying
I’m supplying
Something dark and
Dangerous
It’s been fun for us
Guess I’ll see
What we’ll be
Once the feeling leaves
Reach the sea
Wait
I paint
The sighs
Of my delights
Across the skies
Only know why
I wanna die
Not why I’m still alive
You’ll hear
My fear
Blood clumping
I’m jumping
We’ll find each other
On the other side

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I wrote this while cleaning the kitchen one night. Most of my more "whimsical" poems are composed while I'm either doing housework or taking a ridiculously long shower.