I've misunderstood myself a thousand times,
and others, millions.
I make up a storyline
about myself.
And it's not good.
When I think of myself
my head falls down
and I see the ground...
Something lifts it back up,
but I don't know what it is.
Something turns the page
and I wake and it's another day.
if only she knew
that her smile as she walked by
put two pieces of my heart back together
just a billion more to go...
and the world will never know
just how much I needed it, to love me.
So many of us
Poetry By Anthony James
From all-creatures.org
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