I write these words because otherwise I’m never heard
The way her mistakes stab me
The way she thinks it’s okay
The way I feel a sudden rush of dizziness
The way I make everything okay in my head
My head cluttered, my bed cluttered
My thoughts blurry
My heart is nasty it loves everyone
I’m everywhere I’m nowhere … I’m here
Everything is clear
I hold everything dear
My love my life myself
Making my peace with death
Making my peace with sex
Making my peace
I took my piece
She took every piece
And all I want is some peace
Misery eating my fame
My fame that I framed
My name is victory
My victory is my ways
Everyway that I make is just another struggle
Another path I must follow
Another problem I must fix
And here I am just sitting with my piece in peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So long as it stays still in your hand and your hand only moves with your pen.