This one is quite different from most of the things you’ll find here on this blog, but it’s very, very beautiful.
Never been good at receiving, prefer to give, in all things …
I gave you everything I had left, it wasn’t much, a persistent hole, had formed long ago and I was seeping out.
I look whole, but that’s just mythology. I may outwardly appear, to stand upright, but in truth I sag, even in wind.
If I had more I would have given it. You believed I did, as many before you did. I call that the capture of delusion, you see in me, what you want to see, not who is actually standing there.
And if I were a pirate, I’d have a wooden leg and a parrot. If I were a dragon, well hell, I’d be a dragon (and yes, I really want to be a dragon).
The doctor said I had a flabby heart, and still you believe me an angel. But angels play the lyre…
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