Ask me anything,
for I am an open book.
The only thing I stress,
is that you do not apologize for
things that have happened.
I am currently sitting in a cafe,
sipping at some coffee. The taste
lingers on my tongue.
I enjoy this. I think solemn
thoughts, and enjoy my mood.
My words may seem cryptic, to you,
but I assure you, I think quite clearly.
I no longer feel held down, I am free.
These thoughts flow through my consciousness,
reminding me of the last three years,
spent in captivity.
I can admit that I did not know myself
well enough, but a part of me rejects that idea.
Perhaps the problem was that I loved
someone that rejected parts of who I am, leaving me
to reject myself as a whole.
Why listen to those who dislike you?