Joeri Haeld

Me - Poem by Joeri Haeld

Me. Is what i tell people that it's me. Under there is my skin and my blood. It's what you also can see. Under there is really me. A blend of emotions and active roll-playing. Though i don't know who I wan't to be. Why do I think I shouldn't be me. May be my long and struggling mystery. I may be me because of you. Because you don't want to be free. In that case freedom is a far destination in a dislocated sea. In a sea with rotten fish. They bleed. To find a point of no return. Now that's inevitably. I talked alot about me. I hope you see. That you know me. And i hope you agree. I talked a lot about me. Lets talk about you. And your fools. Your pretty black glue. That holds you together like water and oil. Like an unraised girl who secretly knows that her untamed desire for trust is barried in a grave so deep that you can't get to it in a normal lifetime and machinerie. And also that is what everybody knows. But only that is a perfect mix of make-up and skin. Unseen trough the pools of blood. That's not her. It's not me. Though It could be everybody. So let me know you. Cause for the first time in my blinding life, on my journey for idendity, I wan't to see. I hope to discover. Some day. For who this poem is ment to be.

Topic(s) of this poem: relationship

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 30, 2014

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