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Poem: What I Am.

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I’m a hopeless romantic
who hasn’t yet
learned how
to love

I’m a memory hoarder
buried alive
beneath all the memories
I can’t let go of

I’m an artist
drowning in the colors
of his own
painting

I’m an addict
and I can’t stop
from overdosing
on love

I’m a pen with no ink
A heart with no beat
A needle with no drug
A life with no love

I’m a broken heart
a phone with no calls
a deserted highway
a sky with no stars

I’m everything
I’m nothing
Just another face
in the crowd
And no matter how
loud I scream
I can never
truly make a sound

I’m just me.

I’m a sun that doesn’t burn hot
I’m a moon that never shows its face
I’m a mouth that doesn’t smile
I’m a word that no one ever wants to say

-Daisy, Brand New


Thank you for reading! Hope you all have a great weekend 🙂

-Jordan Antonacci
Twitter: @misterhushhush

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10 thoughts on “Poem: What I Am.”

    1. Feel it, girl, feel it.
      Sorry, was that weird?

      It was really weird now that I think about it. But I’m not deleting it. Anyway, this has been interesting. Thanks for commenting ❤

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