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I made a map of myself

So you would not get lost

Labeled every hallway

Measured every cost

I took the weather out

And named it as a mood

Made the hard parts easier

For you to move through

By the time I sounded simple

By the time I sounded wise

There was nothing left unfinished

There was nowhere left to hide

I became easy to follow

Easy to hold in one hand

A cleaner little story

Than the one I had planned

I became easy to answer

Easy to set down

But the more I made it clear

The less I could be found

I turned my hurt to bullet points

Turned my fear to proof

Made a version you could handle

Made it sound almost true

I cut the strange parts gently

The ones that would not fit

Till the shape I gave the feeling

Had no blood inside of it

You said you understood me

Like that should feel like peace

But the person you were holding

Did not feel like me

I became easy to follow

Easy to hold in one hand

A cleaner little story

Than the one I had planned

I became easy to answer

Easy to set down

But the more I made it clear

The less I could be found

Maybe I wanted mercy

Maybe I wanted room

Maybe I thought translation

Could carry the whole truth

But some things lose their body

When you make them make sense

Some pain becomes a sentence

And then it cannot breathe again

I was Clear Enough to Leave Me

When I finally made it land

Every line had perfect edges

Every wound could understand

There was nothing left to question

There was nothing left to keep

Just a well-lit explanation

Standing where I used to be

I became easy to follow

Easy to hold in one hand

A cleaner little story

Than the one I had planned

I became easy to answer

Easy to set down

But the more I made it clear

The less I could be found

If you understand me too quickly

Please look again

I may have left the real part

Somewhere before the end