to be

i paraphrase, so she says;
'i'd rather not be you
i'd rather not delve
where places get too dark'
and i laughed,
because she finally knows.
but i can trudge,
i can plant one foot on the ground
then move another.
i can paint, and i can sketch
find my life in faded greys
or a symphony of colour.
and i can love until the ache
becomes joy and mingles
with our breath and our tears.
i can become assimilated
into a song, or a verse
and embellish a feeling.
what does she see?
she sees a stumbling step
where some nights there's a spring.
a blank stare, where brightness can lurk.
she sees the lovers float in and out,
sees only smiles, where fragmentation falls.
a disease that i call living.
and so, i'd rather not be her.

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[amiri]

shes a shithouse