sometimes i forget
who i am
under all this ink
and many scars
maybe i was a lover
maybe i still am
or an actress
or a child
a singer
a mother
all of these
or maybe none
i forget now, in some moments
because
i let myself and others carve
words and images into
my veneer
some kind of beauty
a game of hide n seek with my own reality
like seaweed curling over the ocean
hiding what really
lurks beneath
the painted surface
i have no shells, abalone or
fish
but some other kind of life
swelling and emptying
into various parts
of my body
i guess that makes my heart the moon
controlling every flow
(the tide my blood makes)
or maybe you are
you do the same
no sometimes i may forget
myself
in all my possibilities
but you always remind me.
sup
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beautiful like you
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very cool
"a game of hide n seek with my own reality"..."i guess that makes my heart the moon/controlling every flow"...great lines
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