Before we speak
I empty myself
I harden my walls
I want to be the person you seek
A well to pitch your past into
You tell me about the body you had to fit into
Each time you pulled apart
You wondered
Which one of you was you
Each time your lips parted
I woundered
Could I be both of me
The passionate and the compassionate
Tell me
What’s behind that door
Number one, two, three, and four
You pull out stiches of daughter
I pull out buckets of shame
Within this time
Our garden grew
But the beans couldn’t climb
And the greens were blue
You could see the seeds inside our fruit
Like they were transparent
Like it’s apparent that your parents left you to inherit these impairments Like a rhyme that repeats
You are fine just put you head on my chest and listen to my heartbeats
Slow and steady
Only for you to hear
I am here
Even if you are there
In your head
Trying to get ahead
From yourself
But it always catches up
To bring
You
Down
But that’s just it
You can’t escape
All of this
Has given you shape
I don’t care what angles you have
Obtuse or acute
Sorry, I know you don’t like being called cute
I don’t care how many sides you have
I am on your side
You’re over the mountains by Big Pine
And I miss you all the time
But there will always be an invisible line
From blood orange to storm blue
Just give it a pull
Our colors combine and I will be with you
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