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May 2018
i am lego.

like a child, you spend hours building me to your will. your vision for me is clear & pure - the foundation is strong and you want to see how high we can go. You build me in sections by colour. Red is your love, blue is your gifts your sweet nothings in my ear making the hair on the back of my neck stand, green is your gaze once filled with so much love i could taste your heartbeat on my tongue, yellow is the sun moon and stars we promise each other.

out of everything you do, you lose interest half way through the best. You knock me down, my pillars and many floors crash down without you even noticing.

(you eventually rebuild me, but its not the same its never the same im bruised and damaged with little cracks in my foundation. The next time you knock me down you wonder why i went down so easily, disappointed in my lack of fight. My secret is i never heal. Why do i let you do this am i weak like you said?)
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