Muse

I tried to show you when you asked
If I could walk or bleed, that yes,
I can—the same as you,
But you never let me, already fixated on
My differences instead

I loved the way you smiled at them,
So I hid the scrapes and put my legs away
For good, while you painted the place
You thought I came from, drafted theories,
Diagrams of what I might be
And I let you, and forgot myself,
Like you forgot your question

Then today, to my surprise,
You asked, “Who are you, really?”
And I wish that I could tell you
That by now I’m just a fairytale
You sing yourself to sleep with

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