Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Wouldn't It

Wouldn’t it
Be nice
To hold her
Again

?

Even if it’s not
Her
I’d just like
To somehow know
It’s okay to hold
Someone
Even when the world’s
Someones
Scrape my insides
My outsides
My in betweens
With flittering slices of
Dangled absence

But still
There is
(Within my center)
A throne standing and
Fit for a queen
The empress of every
Unsung intention that
Might
Have been
So. So. So.

S
T
R
O
N
G

.

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