There are times when it feels like
Tiny, microscopic spies
Invaded me to tell you all the things that
I whispered to myself in the dark
Buried themselves in my heart
Wished on dandelions and stars
You speak directly to my depths
To quiet anxious places that
Eat away at the back of my head
Like maggots
Where it feels like my mind is made of
Tinfoil and nails
My fists swing in the air
Fighting the calm somedays
Your words grab my wrists and
Pull me close until my
Breath slows and I release the
Walls and resistance to
Letting you hold me like
I've always asked to be held
I bathe in the warmth of your smile
When you've managed to
Talk me down
From the tower of fears
Built on my narratives
Written by scars
My heart is off the leash in your backyard
Basking in the fire
Growing inside of us
Our souls of wood and flame
Built to feed and not choke
Even if others don't like the smoke
They can suffocate for all I care
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