dedicated to FanOfWayTooMuch
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this is not to do with poetry.
this is to do with us:
two broken-china souls with
willowy patterns unravelled
across the blank plains of
our saucer-stories.
time passes, as it is wont to do,
but this time it passed with you
and me forming a bond
that's deep, that's strong.
i never imagined family
could go beyond
the lines of blood. our sisterhood
is one that i keep close to
my willow-patterned heart,
and i know you do, too.
we are less like ceramic, more like
windows, warmth in and cold out.
i press my fingers to the glass,
and you press yours on
the other side, and we smile,
miles and miles and miles apart.
one day, we'll crack through
and finally hold each other tight:
my sister, who i chose, who
chose me. and i know you
don't believe me, but have
just a little faith, for i shan't
let us fall to pieces, and
neither will you. and if you do,
i'll still hold tight to you.
don't you worry: we are willows,
bending in pale breeze, pretty
un-fragility of trees. eternally,
forever together. and i love you,
as much as you love me, too.
