Yet again
like many mornings
in the hot hot shower
She washes away the remaining doubts
scrubbing off the very last crumbs of them
and that dying cocoon.
She's done trying to force
the square man
into her star shaped hole
She's done abnormalising
Herself.
Shes done with the abrasion
and pain
of trying to fit.
Shes done with paying
for her own impatience
and absent belief
in her own path.
How come you're here?-
he asks
I felt like it-
she says.
These days I dont really think about it
I go where my feelings take me.
And that way
There can be no true regrets.
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