Can I fit into your box?
Will you let me in?
I can contort myself, I’m quite the performer— I’ve always been good at this.

Watch as I bend! Move! Twist and sit!
It looks unorthodox as I bend.

move.

twist.

sit.

Yet my comfort is found residing within you.
Your light! surrounds
Your warmth! unbound

“OUCH!” you’ll proclaim as I bend.

move.

twist.

sit.

“I’m sorry!” I’ll profess.
I’ll still love you with unrest.
I hurt you from obsess.

“What is this obsess?” your light asks of me.
“My love for you.” I’ll confess.
All my fears, repressed.

Can I fit into your box?
Will you step into mine?
I can distort myself, I’m quite the reformer— it’s how I stay with you.

Watch as you bend! Move! Twist and sit!
But your light does not fit.

stationary.

rooted.

Illuminating.

“What is this abscess?” your light shines on me.
Ignore my wound—it’s not of your hands.
I do not bleed, these won’t exude.
All my fears, possess.

In neglect.