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Wild and raw, but softer than melted butter
in the depths of my heart
that I only let show
when the sun is sleeping soundly
and that bottle of red is almost finished.
Do not confuse my resilience
for an inability to break;
do not confuse my desire to remain grounded
for an inability to fall.
Do not mistake my longing for connection
for anything more or anything less.
Not your therapist, not your mother.
I am not your solution, neither your problem.
My arms know how to cradle your head,
but not as a child's.
My lips know how to make you scream,
but not out of pain.
My words know how to make you
just as you are.