I know you left
out of self preservation
I know I’m not a mere spark
I’m a raging hellfire
All consuming
All the time
You had to save yourself
Before turning to ash
A pillar of salt
And mourning
What you don’t know
Is I’m also Joy
I’m your happiness incarnate
All inspiring
All the time
We could have saved each other.
You’ll never know that
My midnight hair,
smells like black vanilla
My bronze skin,
Is roasted sweet apples in the autumn
You’ll never know that
One dimple in my cheek
Is deeper than the other
Or that my top lip
Covets the left side of my face
You’ll never know
My tongue sneaks out like a teenager in the dark
when I concentrate
Or that I create whole hushed stories with my gestures
That I do a happy dance when
I taste nirvana
And sleep like a starfish
wrapped in the depths of a furious sea
You’ll never know
The pale stones of my fingernails
Or how perfectly my diminutive hands
Fit into yours
Either I’ll be here when you realize you want me
Or I won’t
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