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Pretty Please
A Poem
i’d ask you once:
don’t bruise my heart
as it’s cradled in the palms
of your weather-worn hands.
if we could,
i’d pray that we might take
this meeting to another sphere
where we’d never be interrupted.
but life’s not a fairy tale
and you’re not my prince
and i’m not a damsel waiting
on some sorry attempt at rescue.
every day, i tell myself
that loving only gets me hurt,
but somehow you snaked to the front
of the line to the doorway of my mind.
and what of it?
what can come of two people
scraping away at far different lives
because survival comes first above all else?
the words don’t save me,
and the longing does nothing
except remind me of all these things
i’ll never have in this existence i chose to lead.
but i still place a wish
to the universe for you just once:
may you be happy and fulfilled and…
