I stretch
Arms high
Legs long,
Reaching for the sky.
Like,
God help me,
If I could
Reach Heaven,
This pain would subside.

And all these months
Of breaking
And bending
Over and over and over
Would be a mere dream.
That somehow
The fighting
The tears
The I love you, but I can't
Were
Made up memories.

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I stretch,
Arms to the sky,
No looking down.
Remind myself...
I don't need you
To get me high.
I have wings
You can't touch.

I can get me high.