Faerie dust
and lovers’ lust,
my cheeks are rosy
and my hands spill shimmers;
I missed you,
although I never really knew
quite how to articulate
the fact that I did love you,
I just never explained that fact
to you
because your piercing eyes
and freckled cheeks
deserved so much more.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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