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I don't understand you
I never did.
You are an incomprehensible, alien creature
Attractive in your unpredictability
Devastating in your detachment
Locked away from me in a strange, unfeeling world.
You don't need friends
You don't need me
And soon, I hope, I won't need you either.
I don't understand you
I never did.
Laughing, rain-drenched, blue,
We remove each others' clothes
It's time to get warm.
How many times do I flit across your thoughts like a
   (Breathtaking butterfly?)
   (Horror-movie vampire bat?)
Please don't answer that.
Any response you could make would
  (****?)
  (Utterly fulfil?)
Me
Just
  (Keep your silence)
  (Come to me through the darkness and the storm)
I'm waiting for you to
  (Leave my head)
  (Warm my bed)
I'm waiting to see what you
  (Won't)
  (Will)
Do.
I will never hide from you,
Never hide.
I will stride
boldly into war for you,
Fling myself before a gun,
Stake myself out in the sun.
What have I done? What have I done?
I've cried, I've lied, I've nearly died
I've blown my whole life open wide.
Do what you will
I'll always know I tried,
I tried, I tried, I tried,
I'll never hide.
I'll never hide.
I may behave like one at times,
But I don't want to look like a giant baby.
This hideous thing
Has been made for a giraffe-legged, short-bodied blob with no *****,
And it takes up a single wash in my machine.
It's only redeeming feature
Is that it made my daughters laugh until they needed to ***,
So it's a good job I didn't find it funny,
As I'd have to take the whole thing off for such an act.
Off to Oxfam with it.
I hope it finds a loving home.
I've made my mind up; not a onesie fan
And besides, I sleep naked
And have no need for a giant fleecy sack.
I am a tiny root
Hiding from Winter, warm within my muddy bed.
I am always a little sad, here in the dark,
Waiting out the colder months,
But I felt the last years passing, a frisson, goodbye.
Spring will begin, a stirring within the earth
Green children born of the Sun
emerge timidly, tightly clumped,
Wound within ourselves.
Slowly I will unfold up
Unleashing colours
Fulfilling a promise made
As I shrivelled last September
To return, a little stronger, just as beautiful
And more mature.
I'm under a spell
Could you be my magician?
Abracadabra.
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