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layers of my true self by Bnspyrd, literature
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layers of my true self
it is true
when in truth
I often find
that one cannot be
desired
or denied
and instead the many
layers of me
lay forth
unfolding yet still
pressed up inside
estranged from them
and her and him
and yet I unravel
little
by
little
too afraid to let them in
can there not be
so many words
left unspoken...
in whispers
we share them
breaths unhinged;
in between lines
strung into sentences
weaving around him
unravelling
yet shrinking
I take them back
those words unsaid
can not compare
to truths instead
of others stories
long untold
can we not own
and share our truths
in honest reverie
yet still
little
by
little
we shed them
like skins
in truth
all I have is this
to speak to you
in honesty
a truth once said
and
shared
and told to
you
and him
and her
and them
I am but one
but my truths
come like layers
I need him to see
to understand that
this is all and all of me.



















