més que un sentiment

Sylvia, Lana, Virginia, Female 

poetry they have in common

stream of consciousness gets them going

who am I to be any different

a dark place I am attached to the wrong face at the wrong phase 

there's nothing wrong contemplating faith

until you are out of sight out of mind

is that really ever true

is it ever easy forgetting you

I'm at the end

I'm in the water

nobody's son my father's daughter 

remember when we were kids only who worried about making a friend

today we are buried lonely and we pretend

that we exist

I exist and I want to reach out to tell you a thing

I wanted to call you while I swayed on my swing

but you never felt a fling

Lana and Sylvia inspired me to create art

I had always wanted to mark that I exist n' to start 

if it is forbidden to share my sentiments with you so I do not exist

still I will rise from underwater n' to you hold out my wrist