Hey, you. I’m so glad to see you, to feel things I feel when I’m close to you. You’re here with me, and it’s all all right. My bones are loose and my muscles slack. My walls are rubble around me and it feels so nice. I’m here, with you, and it’s all all right. You make me feel good. I’m not broken with you. You see me, more of me each day, and make me feel so safe with your eyes on me. I’m floating free, no longer holding my limbs close to my body, no more defenses. You see everything and you’re still there. You don’t see anything wrong with me, no broken toy soldier but a lovely china doll. I’m lovely and seamless and whole, and I’m here with you.
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My eyes rest on you, on your sweet face, your jaw and hand, the shadows in your eyes that hide me. You’re all around me and it’s all all right.
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