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Cupped in my hands
I place her on the sand
A girl I'd carried
For so long

So long
Had I ignored her

So long
Had I put others first

So long
She screamed
She sobbed
Needing to be heard

It's been
Too long

Since I've listened
To myself.

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Leila The Kiwi Jun 2022
We're all aware
That we shouldn't
Hold anyone captive

But people choose to
For their personal gain
I won't be one of them

At times,
I wish I was

To have security
In the knowledge
That you can't leave

But you're not
Planning to go
Nor am I

You're my person
And I'm yours.

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Leila The Kiwi Jun 2022
Getting through each day
With my watered-down hope

Watching as it falls into pieces
Then trying to reassemble it

But I can't seem to escape
The damp phase

So I continue
This paper mache.

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Leila The Kiwi May 2022
This life has lead me to believe
Not everyone is going to stay
That I have to be ready
For when they leave

Take what people say
With a grain of salt
Because blind belief
And vulnerability
Could lead to assault

Prepare myself for all outcomes
Especially the unsavory kind
Maybe that's why I lost
My sweet tooth
Because I'm often
Left with a bitter taste

You've reawakened
My curiosity and innocence
When it comes to connection

Making up a bed of warm blankets
Soft words and support
You give me somewhere to lay down

I think this is a safe place
To stay.

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Leila The Kiwi May 2022
We're driving on a gravel road
With a few dips in the dirt,
Bouncing around
And holding on for support.

Once we hit the pavement again,
Our shoulders drop in relief
And we laugh together
About the bumpy ride.

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Is this what healthy love feels like?
Leila The Kiwi Apr 2022
You're watching over me
As I leap and bound
From one square to the next

Smiling and laughing
Along with me
As I step on the lines
But never cross them

Hip hop
I hope this doesn't stop.

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Leila The Kiwi Mar 2022
Similarities between
Myself and yourself

Yet there are unique touches
And personalized embellishments
To call ourselves home

I think,
You're my second home.

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