she doesn't know why she cries-
why she reaches out- why blood doesn't make her want to bleed
any longer- - -why have the pixies dropped their paintbrushes
and gone to play in the weeds?
there's nothing a true love can't fix- destroy- and grow again-
and she doesn't want any of it.
just wants to linger within your smile-
remember the way your hand felt- the way your arms around her
felt so right- comfortable- like every fairy tale
that put her to sleep at night.
the storyteller keeps asking about you- and somehow
it reaches her- touches her heart and leaves her in tears-
because for just a moment- lost in your love
is all she wants to be.
-a.
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