Shifting

Fuck it

I’m not a fighter

I’m a fawn.

I break all my lovers down.

Then they put themselves together

Better.

I want to break that pattern,

Cause I always break myself harder.

I want a community.

Always a black sheep,

Magnet for trouble.

Finally reaching privilege.

Happier.

Discovering myself

A little speck of glitter

In a swirl of glitters

In the void.

Like dust

Spinning.

Filling notebooks

And blank spaces

In empty minds.

A fantasy for most.

Never feeling real,

Unless I’m snuggled close.

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