Deja Vu

I surrender so much
when I give up on love.
I retreat behind my maginot line
and give over the world,
my gift to every past lover:

all I need is this castle and
a moat filled with sharks –
I am a princess in the
tallest tower waiting to be
rescued or for the day when
my fear of dying all alone up there
with a half-finished poem on my lips
is eclipsed by my fear of coming back
to the world and teaching myself
to love things again, all the things
that remind me of you.


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