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But it has
When I felt your voice the first time, moving
in and out of my ears like silk cloth, I fell six
stories out of a window, and
died the most glorious death of heart
This part of me did not stand a chance
I would whisper it across the plains of the earth,
and throw out my wants like a dirty napkin
You took what was broken and used, and
dressed it in new limbs and fine linen
And forever, I am grateful
But it is my feet that wish to stomp out all things light
I have drank everything you've given me and
will not say a word to overthrow the master
For it was love that chose me,
not hatred or anger
And I must remember that, no matter how stifled my mind becomes

I am but a smaller version of myself,
more inclined to carry the world for you
More inclined to sacrifice my happy days for your own

Is that not love?
I shut out my own sun so that yours may shine brighter
My soul goes unfed so that the belly of yours swells and
is satisfied

Is it not love, that I love you with wisdom beyond my years?
I quiet the beasts that rage freedom, and
have lost all my youth to a hungry mouth

The same mouth that has said,
I will never give back what has been given
I will never return these gifts of yours and
you are a fool if you believed that someday I would