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take me.I want you to take me
Like youve never taken anyone before,
Like youve never touched, felt, held anyone
Like youve never wanted, craved, anyone
Like youve never needed.
I want you to touch me
Like youve just discovered your hands,
To look at me
Like youve never had the power of sight.
I want you to love, love, love me
Like its keeping you alive,
Like Im the organs, arteries, cells that keep you breathing.
I want you to have
Plenty of times before.
I am the one
that makes you believe its the first time
and know its the last time,
any of that will ever happen
layers.See, I look at you, and for a second, for a flash in time, I think you get me. I think youve unwrapped me from the layers that have kept me trapped all these years. I think youve destroyed the walls, one brick at a time. I feel like you can finally see me finally see the real me. I feel lighter, I feel less covered. I feel naked. But it feels good. Come to think about it, it feels fucking good. For a second, that is. Then I notice that I was simply caught in between one of my many layers, caught, twisted and tangled. Im trapped in between the layers that blur my eyes, blur my reality, make me see whats not there, make me believe whats not true, make me who you see who everyone sees. But its funny, because I wrapped myself tightly, careful not to let any light, or eyes, shine through. And I built these walls to protect me. To keep me strong and invincible. But whats funny is that I dont know how they turned against me. Theyre n
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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