Sanctuary
heart strings yanked and knotted
bottles spun and lashes batted
unrequited warmth,
intertwined tendrils as palms brush.
our nervous sleepovers, we gossip about our feelings:
a confessional for joy
because what is safe but boys?
shut down from the start
confessions of feelings,
a pact made to not be broken
emotions unlimited,
confined to the safety of myself
actions only a thought
always reaching - never acting
long strides with flag in hand
fighting for the rights of others
not indulging in the necessity of my own
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