Ethereal. Simply beautiful!
I am not my nicotine stained fingers
that tremble while making love.
I am not the ink that traces
unfathomable patterns on my skin.
I am not the scraps of metal
that adorn my vanishing being,
I am not the yellowing bottles
that rise high above my bin.
I am the string of words that come pouring out
in the unholy hours of twilight,
I am the memories given form
using fading ink and starlight.
I am the worlds greatest story,
the one that you shall never read.
I am not the garish ring
that drags my knuckles across the floor,
I am not the line of lovers
that I take behind its back.
I am not the man who took me
before I knew what it was to love,
I am not the filthy gold
he buys to cover all he lacks.
I am a ray of light scattered
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The World Past Me 