I have trouble filtering myself,
trouble keeping a good story in my mind,
trouble keeping myself from “crossing a line.”
I don’t see the point.
I want to be myself so hard
I won’t even know who I am.
I want to fall in and out of crazy like a man falls in and out of addiction.
I can’t see a better way to be.
So, let my demons run free.
Let me tell you stories,
of love and pain,
of humor and peace.
Let me tell you so that you are never embarrassed,
so that you know you are never alone,
so that my insides won’t explode.
I have so much to say.
Please don’t make me filter myself.
Just let me make love to you with my words.