Tuesday, 29 October 2013

All That Matters

You’re here, sweet one
And that’s all that matters

You think you have to be someone
Do something, go somewhere
But there’s only ever this
And there’s only ever you

This is all You ever wanted:
The mere fact of my presence
My sheer existence, nothing more
Whatever my shape
Whatever the skin I’m in
Whichever side of any line I’m on
All the rest irrelevant
I realise that now

All – all – that matters
Is that you’re here, sweet one. 

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