“Why do you write?”she asked

I write because it is how I wished I lived.

Carelessly falling in love. Obsessively obedient to my heart.

A damsel who saves herself, a hero who asks for help.

A human animal that becomes a poem,

A love that never dies,

A kiss that never ends,

A promise forever kept,

A penetration greater than sex,

“Is this why you write about me so often?”

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