This is the part where everything changes. This is the part like an orchid requires patience. This is the part where the universe bends ¬ and you fold the paper into flowers. Cover me in chrysanthemums. This is the part where our knees become inch worms under the table. Cover me in dirt. This is the part that comes on slow at first then heavy urgent pulses rush through us adding impulse to injury manipulating our insides twisting folding contorting every nerve until they
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But the pieces don’t get rest. This is the part where the lions roar like violets showing their teeth at the sun. They nibble the flesh without breaking the skin. It’s paper thin. This is the part where I ball up my paper fists and wrestle with the tiger lilies while you remain at war with my tulips. This is the part where we dig up the dirt and we ruin us. This is the part where the dandelions B U R S T like supernovas and suddenly ev-er-y syll-a-ble counts. You said Everyone's b/ r/ o/ k/ e/ n in some way. You said when you were young you saw the miracle of birth for the first time and you've been turned on ever since. You saw life spring from the womb. I think I saw you mesmerized by the way things bloom. You tell me about your birds and bees like how getting your head rubbed at the hair salon turns you on. Well, this is the part where I rub your head and turn you on. This is the part where I see your dark side and learn the true meaning of the blue in your eyes. This is the part where you flip me over and tell me "Don't stop." I don't stop. Why would I stop? I can't stop.
And this is the part where we fall
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Tell me you don't want this.
Tell me you don't want this and I'll leave this bed of marigold and change my form. Tell me you don't want this and I'll never hold your gaze to¬o l o n g again. Tell me you don't want this and I'll unfold myself from your side along with the paper flowers. You can take back the roses **** the daises but leave me the daffodils. Tell me you don’t want this and our forget-me-nots will forget us and our bleeding hearts will bleed us dry. Tell me you don't want this and I'll rewind the movie play it BACK from the beginning only this time we'll pay attention. I'll silence the lions and put them BACK in their cages. I'll bend the universe BACK into shape. But tell me you want this and this will be the part where we pick the paper petals off the stem and watch them fall like cherry blossoms. He loves me. He loves me not. Forget me. Forget me not.