But this is not wonderland and I am not alice.
I have always wanted the happy ever after but at what cost?
The taut skin stretched across my body is my only defense to not having my
heart ripped from my chest; even bulletproof vests tend to fail.
I no longer want to give, I want to take;
I want to take every piece of your soul and call it my own.
The very essence of my being wants to break free from this vulnerability,
each exposure maiming more than the last.
I am done. I no longer want to fight, I want to flight.
I am, as lonely as they come. As empty as they make them.
But I have come to the conviction that loneliness is sometimes,
a beautiful thing.
And I am terrified.
Terrified that the things inside me are the things that will
keep me from ever finding a home inside someone else.
For she was a stunning mystery.
She carried things deep inside her that no one has yet to understand.
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