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it seems as though
my self-made perception
of this place I call home
has driven me into a place
where even the most obvious
clues to explain this fall
are passed by, without
a second glance.

It seems as though
this time will be
different... directionless
in its own bliss, and in its own
fabrications of the truth...
more beautiful than the
"real" thing.

And I don't mind a bit
if these pants fall down around my ankles
And I don't even notice
whether I am clothed,
or dancing free of this aching skin...
I just want this to be it...
I want this to be the happy ending.

I find a new perspective-
one that I can view you in, guilt free
and innocent of the desire for perfection...
and I understand why you are far from it
I understand why I am far from it-
we hold back a sweetness,
bursting from our very spirits-
and I... would open the door, and windows
and let what foulness that wills to try
to defeat this sorrowless brightness
fall in trying, and become of the light.

It seems as though I've taken the final step
towards believing in myself for once
and not allowing you to force my view
towards the things you call beautiful
and away from what I know and love.

It seems that I have grasped
and caught on
to everything that matters
and it seems that I am
finally able
to walk away from this
without faltering step
or backwards glance.