Of Muses And Other Ghosts

(7 march 1988)

Pride


I'm so proud to be lonely
in my soul
and not just here
on these pages
that fill my pockets
with you.
I'm so proud
to walk away
from every form of love,
that wants
to steal my heart
from you,
to steal from my pockets,
to burn
my memories of you.
I'm so proud
to love
without kissing, or
without making love to you
like ordinary people do.
I'm so proud
to be able
to hide
in your heart
for so many years
and not being noticed
writing love letters
on your skin.
I'm so proud
to love and
to be loved
like this.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 11, 2014

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