creativity
crawls into my
arms like a tired dejected child
and settles
her head in the crook of my neck.
forgiving, tired fingers
rake through hair // images flash //
apologies crumble
like an old lover
like a planet i used to
live on like a star i used
to wish upon
like a constellation who knows
all my
dreams,
creativity walks into my life
like
slipping through the
door after a snow storm.
my poems
leave the door unlocked
( as do i, for you )
and in walks
this strange young girl.
and she settles on my lap
and
leaves her head
on my collarbone.
and i trail my
love down her throbbing spine
and ask
her
would you stay with me
and she
shuts her eyes
and promises she feels safe now.
i’ll take care of her.
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