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You.
Tell me thing about you.
Things that you think will help me see you better.
Pages and pages, you enumerate
your likes and dislikes,
your strengths and weaknesses,
you give me an overview;
A rundown,
a list of what are the things that make YOU.
But darling,
don't you understand?
That to me, you are more than what these words can ever paint,
an ever-changing landscape of summer, fall, autumn, and winter's day?
A paradox,
yet a balance to my life's equinox.
I cannot fully fathom
what needs to be said and done,
for you to abandon ship and just be,
and not try to be anyone.
Do not fret, my dear,
for I do not wish for you to be named.
You will remain free,
with no boundaries
to hold you back, to make you stay.
I will fight for you,
and wait for that day
when you hold me close and breathe gently
the secrets that you hold,
til then I will fight for you,
for us, 'til you unfold.
_____
Shine Bennet
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