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I have the grace to let you go

when the child in me wants you stay.

Holding your burdens has left my arms aching

I can’t remember when I became strong enough.

It was too soon, and I am too strained.

big thief - not
it’s not the formless being
nor the cry in the air
nor the boy i’m seeing
with her long black hair

I want you to taste my lips

slowly and unguarded.

A whole night to ourselves,

we will come alive again.

Alive and unwell.

You, who I carried in my heart for years. Who was a part of my body.

Find me here