Identical to you, Identical to me, identical to the intricate parts no one gets to see.
Identical to self, self-falling apart. Sharing, staring, understanding, the mess that is her heart.
Identity stolen, never to be found again, identity once sought in the love of men.
Identifying lies, manipulation, mistreatment, use, and abuse. Identifying I could never walk a mile in her shoes.
Identical twins? Souls? Looks like I’ve seen her before. No? Maybe not, she’s not that person anymore?
I deny I don’t identify, That can’t be I, someone told a lie, look me in my eye, my soul’s to fly to ever know the person that would be she, me, her, us we.
Maybe that is me….
Someone stole my identity, lately, I haven’t been myself. I’ve been trying to get the best parts of me back from off the shelf.
See I placed them there for safe keeping, I heard it’s better like that. But I’m having a hard time retrieving them. I can’t seem to get them back.
Excuse me sir, yes you, the tall one, dark and handsome. Do you think you can reach that up there for me? It seems to have been pushed back some.
Damn, he’s cute, “Oh, forgive me, you asked what’s my name”?…Oh shit, my identity’s been compromised again!!!
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Haha what a hilarious ending! 😉