Poem for Cest la Vie

aloneisabadword
itmeansalways
singleinaworldoftwos
itmeanssleepingsolitarywhen
everyoneisintwinbeds
itmeanscoldwhenall
othershaveasharedwarmth
itmeansalwaysoutside
lookinginandknowingthat
youhavetochangetosomething
notyoutobecomeoneofthem
andbeone
yetstillalone
becauseyouarealwaysyou
evenifyouaresomeoneelse
itmeansalwaysangryatyoubecause
youdidnothavethestrengthtostayyou
andhadtobethem
sellingouttobestrongisinitself
aweaknessbecausethereisaseparate
peaceforthosestrongandalone
andthosestronghappytogetherbutnot
themself.
ifIshouldchangeiwoulddie
ofmissingme.

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And yes, I hate typing that thing. What POSSESED me to write it like that, I'll never know, but I've always liked it that way.