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Kiyomi Kai Poem
my potential, an entity I've put on a pedestal
I spend my days climbing her ridiculously high ladder with gift-wrapped handmade blades; only leaving when her skin is ripped & her dreams for me fade, little by little
The cruelty of my actions is but merely protection from rejection
I need her to let me go,but she craves; she lusts over the idea of intertwining our abilities, without my blades of insecurity
"What if this is all that I am?" a question too hard to answer, even for her
Admittedly, there are times, when I allow her powers to flow through me, but I almost always end up killing her
Like a dead, dried flower placed in water; her trust in me is actually just suicide disguised as hope.
Copyright © Kiyomi Kai | Year Posted 2025
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