muscle tucked behind her lungs, encapsulated behind
my rib cage, like a child, tucked in bed for the night
undercovers comforted by warmth—this child that
craves genuine affection while in a world where who
can tell genuine & pure affection from a convincing
imposter. She’s sincere & deserves sincere in return.
I marvel at her imperfections & the knowing that she’s
oblivious of them all. It broke my heart when the world
showed them to her and taught her such a word as ‘failure’.
That tyranny I’ll never forgive.
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