Religion is not a game I play to
keep up the appearance of decency
True companionship doesn’t seek to
compromise decency
Don’t think you are bringing me a
favour of companionship
I am not alone; loneliness is
always with me
If your feelings for me have any
reality
What I look like won’t matter
I remember being eighteen
I was a teen and extremely
un-tender
On a beautiful Saturday eve
My cheeks grew red and were burnt
with love
All reason abandoned me
But a perfect antithesis was just
near by
I have tremendous patience for
everything except fate
Because the standard of what I seek
cannot be determined by my culture
Here I am, swallowing hard with my
lips quivering
I’m not a perfect angel
But these things happen and I
survived them
They are gone and shouldn’t define
me
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