When I was little, I thought that I knew my place;
A seat by the edge of the table, a permanent smile on my face.
As I got older, I learned that things are a lot more unclear,
I felt like my happiness was a distant memory, as well as everything that I held dear.
My tap was running warm.
When I was sixteen, I was stuck in a place between who I wanted to be and who I was;
My friends thought that they knew me because I was doing "what a geek does."
I was undesirable and ill-equipped;
Yet I was the only one who kept my pants zipped.
My tap was running cold.
When I was in my twenties, I had given up on love and romance;
I had a bunch of dates with people who wouldn't give me a chance.
I found myself tempted to be somewhere new;
Where nobody saw me from under all the dew.
My tap was no longer running...
My tap, was off.
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I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
