If I'm not fought for, then I know I'm just a moment. A moment in your life when you needed someone and I was there. A phase... A chapter... A temporary filler for whatever hole you couldn't manage to fill yourself. Used, released, and left to question everything I must have done wrong. Originally posted 12/14/22
Selfish
My thoughts may be selfish to you,
but they are mine.
I refuse to be sift and sort
through my beliefs and ideas
to please sensitive ears.
I forbid myself from following
societies standards that shame
those who speak without fear.
My words are neither
cruel nor vicious,
they aren't meant to coddle
the already oppressed.
Yes my tongue lacks
the desired censorship,
but those desires I detest.
So judge me,
ridicule me,
think me to be outlandish.
My voice is meant to be heard,
only my silence would be selfish.
Snail
Words
Words have a lasting impact, even the most seemingly insignificant ones. They create an echo or permanence within our heads that just refuses to be shaken free. They make us cringe, cry, and question ourselves. They can break trust, create doubts, and ruin moments. They leave us with disfiguring wounds, jagged and simple to reopen. And they burden us... replaying feverishly in our minds as if they were just spoken yesterday. Words are easy to speak... yet nearly impossible to forget.
Concrete 2
Concrete
Menlo 3
Menlo 2
Menlo B&W
Even More
The stanza that follows is short but true... I love him even more, because of you.
AO Poetry 
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