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The Best Time For Me to Exist
November 9, 2018
is not right now.
It’s because I’ve done everything
and gotten nothing done;
I’ve loved so much into empty space;
I stared until my eyes teared up
and froze the droplets in place;
I write this with a headache and prayers
I’ve made, written so they never fade;
my words hurt me more than you
though you’re the one I dedicate things to;
I can’t please myself, though I
know me more than anyone else,
I know what I could be doing now
and for that I suppose I can say:
the best time for me to exist
is the day I love me how I love you.
© Kena A., Huntsville, AL
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As the poem says, I wrote this with a headache; more specifically, late last night, and I wasn't even awake enough to read over it again at the time to make edits. At the same time, though, it's another extremely honest poem in which I dumped a summary of my thoughts. I hope people enjoy reading this blessed mess. Grazie!