May 17, 2025
Maybe I'll kiss the need for healing—it's a usable advantage, after all.
But really, I'm just watching to see if you'll prove I'm worth desiring.
I can ease the disguise a little—someone always insists on peeling off the pretty shell,
yelling light and love into this hollow frame,
like I’m unaware of whatever goodness you think you see.
Fine. I can respect the obsession—if you can survive my innate repulsion.
After all, I never move.
I only stay still and radiate what you think I am.
What you want me to be.
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