Saturday, July 14, 2012

Glass Castle

You were a queen
in no ones life but mine
and I was to be your king.
I refused your love;
refused to take that throne.
But I never refused
to take you home.
We were a mess apart
and messy together, still-
we created beauty.
We created a beautiful world
and destroyed it
like the monsters that meet
every night at our feet.
The glass caricatures
of self possession
in a glass castle
of romantic security.

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