Yeah, I guess you could say
I am not fun anymore.
Bet you miss that girl and
thought she would emerge
soon as the weather turned hot.
Her, with her nude dress drenched
in sweat. Dark eyes. Dark mind.
Hips that make you forget.
She was lying to you all.
Lying to herself, too.
I am too tired to lie anymore.
So, my clothes are black.
Dark eyes. Dark mind.
And, a dark heart.
Perhaps I am no longer fun.
For my sober tongue or
sensibility and caution
of the fragility
of life.
Truthfully,
I am too tired to be fun.
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Katerina Petrou
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Being true to yourself is the only way to be loved for who you are, even if the poetic image we construct of ourselves is easier to like.
Last line speaks to me.
Yes, gotta make the change for you.