i’ve been asking
so many questions
recently.
why, and how does it feel
and when
and
-how?
i have one more left
(one more i promise)
(she hides a smile)
how does it feel to be what
you need?
to stitch your own wounds?
to be the stars in your own sky?
to love enough to
end the universe,
and still keep some of
that love for yourself?
it feels like heaven on earth.
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