have it all

when i handed you
the blade
i hoped
that maybe
you could make
a real boy
a window
in the side of
my head
so you can see
i am always
in you
cut a door
into my chest
so you can see
the cuckoo
waiting patiently
for the clock
to strike twelve
place mementos
in the sawdust
in my belly
so when the
anxiety flares
you are always

i am a series of undefined tragedies but i will be damned if i will let you be one of them

but a fundamental change swept over me the first time you said you love me a recoding of my dna as i realized that i was worthy of something so fucking perfect it takes my breath

the world is ours
it just
know it yet

even though
i already
have it all

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