this is my place
everyone has one
a place to go
a place to hide
from the world around you
this is my place
this is where i am sad
or happy
or horny
or a million other emotions
for all intents
and purposes
this is me
as naked
and vulnerable
as the day i was born
arms outstretched
letting you see me
for all that i am
and for all that i am not
the girl in the club
look closely
and you will see
that is not me
the girl beside you in class
or in traffic
still wearing the armor
her lifestyle
has afforded her
the girl beside you
in bed
merely a remnant of who I am
a piece that I let you see
one facet of many
and so i come here
and i say the things i cannot say elsewhere
and this is my place
where i am as i am
and it has become so routine
so much of a reflex to life
that i come here so often
like a regular at that bar
and i write to you
and i dont even know who you are
but i imagine
that there is someone out there
someone a world away
who stares at a screen
and sees this black font
and understands
someone who comes to this place too
often
as often as i do
and that every now and then
you can feel what i feel
understand the pain
a little bit at least
and if you can do that
then maybe
just maybe
i am not so alone in this world
afterall