Written for Cameron.
You are bright, like sunshine,
they said you were behind the storm,
amassing outside my window pane;
I couldn’t see until I saw you.
They said it would be cold in July,
until I could accept what I am
in mirrors and pools of water;
I was cold in winter before I met you.
The promises made in books,
by those women with their euphoric wine,
who said I were to meet a prince
with kind eyes and soft hands;
They were just promises until I was with you.
When I was alone, I encaged myself ,
because I was in two, and time, they said,
were to fix me, with its hours and days,
I did not realize, they meant before I knew you;
I was broken until you held me together.
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