For Crystal

Be real and I will gladly share your heart
I’ve had enough of fantasy and pain
Come hold my hand, be passionate, impart
your soul to me and I will not complain
of all that shit I used to say was me
like mold that ruins food we want to eat
I only want a friend who’d rather be
with how I was when I was whole, complete
I’m so naive to think there was a time
when nothing in my life required change
When every poem that I wrote would rhyme
Come show me life that we can rearrange
The prince is fast asleep, he needs your kiss
Reality with you would bring me bliss.

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