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I am the girl who falls in love with all the wrong people, afraid to be broken past the point of bouncing back, deflated, striving to fix untouchable pasts and form futures that aren't fragile. 

I am the boy who loved justly and fell wrong, stumbled to my knees in the tide that waits for none. Drowning, reaching to right my life and saving "sorry"s like thorns in my paw.

I am the woman who grew stout and cold, swaying to a song that doesn't reach my heart, writing new lines with uncaring eyes and ink-less pens. 

I am the man who conquers hearts, rides lies like a white knight for kings, races rockets to the moon and fakes fury when I fall short, covering wounds. 

I am unbound, unbidden, unwanted, and not ready. 

I am exactly who you made me.

Where Do You See Yourself in Five Years?

She isn't like you.

And she doesn’t want to be

posturing for the enemy,

forcing lies past slack lips

doing the homework in the eleventh hour

to answer your questions

that patronize and satirize

her dreams...

Those she wants to give up

for love, and family

intangible happiness whose yellow

doesn't match the sickly green of yours…

This is okay, really.

It’s clearly not where you should be

Or could be if you could open those eyes

and see that your prize doesn’t lie at the end of your ride

But you won’t get out of the car,

'cause you’d have to take your seatbelt off to do it

That which keeps you in line,

gives direction to a life that not so secretly has none

Searching for some, seeking solace

And not finding.

So you lash out,

and you force

and you sneer and snipe

She lies untouched, in your mind

And your bed

Closed off from you and better for it

Mad because she can’t

And sad because you would

…If you could.