I don’t want to envision
a single moment
locked outside of this memory
You’ve held too big of a heart,
with your tiny glass frame.
I’m afraid you’ll be to blame.
Flames can’t extinguish,
an imaginary void.
It must be terrifyingly haunting,
loving such a vacuum.
It must be unbelievably lonely,
reciting verse to a cold stone.
You’ve held too big a heart
in such a miniscule body.
Your ballet shoes are losing
their verve, too.
You’re not going anywhere
but you’re running all the time.
Don’t worry,
I realize you haven’t left my side.
Porcelain princess,
you’re precious and petite.
They won’t tuck you away.
I won’t let them.
You need to be seen.
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