i’ll be your prince

you say you’re not the same
i say i know and
i’m not the same either

teenage me wanted teenage you
but today
mid-twenties me wants
mid-twenties you

you’re telling me short stories
about everyday things
i love it

this is the beauty of building
something new

short conversations
are shifting bricks to the ground
and making tiny tears
in my paper walls

we’re dismissing
the captains
of this guard

and disarming the fort,
emptying the mote
before dropping
the drawbridge


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