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For You


For You
 
Whomever you may be
 
The you that's now or after
 
Or maybe even before, 
 
Crawling out of Wonderland 
 
To play and see how everything’s fared 
 
Maybe you didn't imagine this 
 
Or maybe  you did but the plan has been skewed the tiniest bit 
 
Or a lot 
 
 
Regardless I hope you're happy with the way 
 
The Universe decided to roll the dice 
 
 
I never imagined it
 
I mean I did,
 
But not like this
 
Certainly not twenties dresses or
 
An obscene amount of butterflies rushing
 
up my throat to escape my mouth
 
I guess it kept me on my toes 
 
Literally, for without two-inch black heels
 
I am too short to reach your lips 
 
Six months
 
And a few days too late 
 
The most I can say for myself
 
Is that I try my best
 
Most of the time, anyway 
 
And I’ve built myself a home 
 
A home within my bones
 
And the wooden floorboards creak 
 
Cold and lonely and quiet 
 
And if you don't mind the 
 
Palpitations 
 
Occasional lack of motivation 
 
Looming threats of infatuation 
 
Racing thoughts and consternation 
 
It's not exactly a bad place to spend some time 
 
Maybe I could share the space
 
If I was so inclined 
 
What about you?
 
Do your thoughts leak through the gaps between your bones
 
Or do they sit heavy in your ribcage? 
 
Feather stems poking through your temples 
 
Or are the demons more of a whispering in your brain?
 
 
I think the same fabric 
 
Likes to snake itself around our throats 
 
And pull 
 
Up around our eyes 
 
And threading through our ears 
 
It wraps our minds in warm panic 
 
Maybe not panic 
 
Maybe sometimes it's just a feeling
 
Not an outright intrusion 
 
 
I don't really know 
 
I can only speak for myself 
 
But maybe the same goblins visit us in our dreams
 
And if that's true then surely the same Angels
 
Or fairies 
 
Or whatever you'd like to call them 
 
Maybe it's the same ones 
 
That loosen our ribs from around our lungs 
 
But then again maybe not 
 
Maybe I'm just being poetic 
 
Trying to find excuses to describe something 
 
That fares better in the abstract 
 
But Despite this uncertainty 
 
I'd still like to hold your hand 
 
 
 
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