the power

You have to give them the power.   You must hand to  them that which they crave,   what they need.

Then,   there you are, unlocked, vulnerable,   a little sad—pride-less, with your pride-less, pathetic heart bursting out of your chest, dripping with hope, overflowing with unrealistic dreams….. with every word you tell them.
You hand them the reigns, the strength, everything they need. And there you are    alone—free.
Like the way you were created. Like a bird in a painting. Like the lips of a prostitute. Like a rainbow running free without the pot of gold to catch her.

The magic’s broken, and your hearts beats are  bouncing, but you are  silent in the truth that only you could  know, had you not given them every useless desire that they crave. And they don’t know you— still, just like they didn’t before. Yet, they feel powerful, they feel on top of the world. You glance one last time,  you sigh..because what you see is empty….. you walk away full…like Rupenzel after she was saved by her hair through the window. Everything’s different,  they’ll never know it,  you’ll be holding in your heart every part,   cherishing, the slightest drifts of memories, that they constantly missed.

And that’s it.   I don’t know how else to describe it.
Except,  that   he   won.
And that’s exactly what I wanted.

So I smile, two fingers holding up my sign of peace,  just like before….like in my dream….

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