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She is absolutely all that is good in the world

Practicing viewing Emptiness As a form of openness

Why can't I remember the yelling As it pierced me once Why can't I remember your eyes As they pierced me once Why can't I remember

I am so afraid to become the woman that birthed me I was attached to you for nine months how could I not still carry with me, pieces of you.

I never knew safety could be found in eyes you can't see behind

I feel my anxieties behind my eyes My sockets ache from excess

I couldn't tell her that I loved her in words but I told her in the kiss I placed on her forehead I told her in the way I held her hand I told her when my forehead lingered on hers I told her silently but it all felt so loud

I kiss the corners of her mouth because they form every word she's ever spoken

<I> her skin is a map my fingers trace over<\i>