Diving Off the Pedestal
I don’t want to be your perfect girl I want to be your real Flesh-and-blood woman Whose eyes contain galaxies
If you put me on a pedestal
I won’t fall
I’ll dive
I don’t want to be set aside
Like you do all the beautiful things
I am not a beautiful thing
I am not a thing
I don’t want to be worshipped from a distance
I want to be worshipped with hands
And lips and holy breath and murmurs
And held so close you can feel the beat of my heart
The catch i…
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