Weightless in all things like a pile of pink ribbon-
She was.
Engulfed in a swirl of oddities made of dreams
He was.
Burnt in with an iron a swelling urge built itself a home
She was.
When the time came to say something strong he was-
She was beginning to find it hard to sturdy herself
They were.
"You're fucking awesome"
And she thought the same thing.
"When can we play?"
And when they played, they played with pink ribbon and black lace.
Ribbon dancers.
She hated the fact that she needed him and every hair on his chest so much.
He hated that she didn't crown herself beautiful
And they were.
When one morning he woke up without the doubt on his mind
She woke up with blood running out of her mouth
They spoke on the phone
They kissed like it was the last time every time
She scratched and he pushed
She grabbed and he lifted
She looked and he watched her
They were, She was, He is.
They are every day.
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