She lurks in my being
not screaming, instead
she whispers so softly
her words in my head
Her words are like daggers
"I've been here just waiting"
I've known it so long
the loving the hating
How could I embrace her
she'd silly and sappy
she cries when she's mad
and cries when she's happy
She's headstrong and sexy
and thinks so specifically
all that it has been
and all that it could/should be
Endlessly dreaming
constantly yearning
still the words she has spoken
are echoing, burning
If she is the me
that lives deep inside
then I guess I should finally
give this a try
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