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I can't stand it out here.
I want to go


Outside.

I want to go
where the air is

clean


and where

my heart can breathe.
I want to follow

his skinny frame,


down



our



rabbit




hole
and back again.

Back to neverland and wonderland

and the Underworld and even




HEAVEN.

Because we are

like angels


in God's pantheon.
But unlike him,

I am long gone.
Banished
from HEAVEN


for knowing too much
or not knowing quite



enough.

I do not blend


or flow



or ebb
like saltwater tides


across salty sands

and even saltier lips.

I do not bind myself


to any man


to any heart


to any soul
for I am shadow,

a shell of a former self,
and therefore am unlovable


in my



b R ok E n ES sS.

He pieces my fragile



limbs
heart

mind


eyes

brain
arms


soul

world


TOGETHER.
He makes me, us, we, them, they, I, you, him, her, she, it, he,
WHOLE. COMPLACENT. PERFECT
in our imPerFectIoN.

His lips, like a story,


to match my own | to match my own.
His eyes, like a lifetime,



mirror his regret,
when he knows he can no longer hold my
hand.
And I tell him,



in child whispers
just
before

bed.
That I am in like with him,


in the most wondrous like.
And one day, secretly,


I will be in such love for him,
a love like Juliet to her Romeo,


though

not tinged with
tragic




stupidity.
He laughs, like rain falling
on the roof.
D
O

W

N
he, I,
we go.

D

E

E
P
into a world unknown.

And with kisses
and handshakes

and secret laughter,



we descend into our own,

our twisted, marvelous,
ever-changing,
ever after.




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