Sometimes I am impossible to find
I feel the urge
to shrink
to dissappear
like dust, i long for blissful
glide on sunbeams
but just out of sight
I feel your hand
And i still want you
but I dont want the hand
Sometimes I freeze myself in the mirror
and wonder what my body
looks like
underneath my body
like i'm in a shell
or a cocoon waiting
to step up into full
healthy maturity
I think to myself
some days it's better to stay in bed
than face the day
but since we've been together
i've faced everyday
regardless
You make me face the day
and I'm suffering
waiting for
my metamorphosis
You cascade around me like a pure stream
and face the day with me
And tomorrow
again.
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