《THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD》xlv - poem 5; i reached you, wonderland, the love of my life

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sㅤpㅤaㅤrㅤkㅤlㅤiㅤnㅤgㅤ

bㅤㅤㅤ lㅤㅤㅤ uㅤㅤㅤ eㅤ

blooming barely breathing windflowers

swirled with winter wonder

barely

breathing

ㅤㅤㅤbarely

ㅤㅤㅤalive

but it's enough, alice thought,

maybe it's barely enough but

enough. it's better than who i was.

i reached you,

wonderland

you are the love of my life

they lay in a meadow of yellow lavenders

alice and the girl she loved

staring at the silent skies

where at last

a heartbeat echoed in her hollow chest

covered with her robin's egg blue dress

i'm no longer afraid

of falling asleep because

i know it would be

more than a dream

and that i'll meet you

in my dreams, my

darling. i used to

wrestle with insomnia

every night in the gray

asylum until my

bones turned to lead

but now your warmth

fills my veins with

blue primroses and

blush orange camellias

that smell like wind

the wind flicked gold liquid into their eyes and the rain blew the water away

rose petals painted with crimson tangled in alice's strawberry gray hair

staining her heather beige skin and faded blue dress

wonderland is wanderland

in the world alice used to dwell

of ringing gunshots and raging crowds

where you're put into a prison cell

for being insane

ㅤㅤㅤㅤhomosexual

ㅤㅤㅤㅤweak

ㅤㅤㅤㅤbrave

ㅤㅤㅤㅤpassionate

ㅤㅤㅤㅤworthless

maybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe

ㅤmaybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe

maybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe

ㅤmaybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe

maybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe

ㅤmaybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe

i can finally dare to dream

maybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe

ㅤmaybeㅤmaybeㅤmaybe

i can finally bare to scream

scream until the world moves under my feet until the stars shatter until all the tears in my soul explode into a hurricane

because i know, darling, that even when i splinter you are my anchor that will remain

your periwinkle hair is a galaxy and your coral blue eyes a mystery

your skin is the color of soil and in the cracks between our skin spring blooms

you are my wonderland in

wonderland, of bliss kissed

rooves of summer indigo

where cats and dogs cuddle

under a scarlet winter sun

let's run off the world together,

to drown into the sea

where forests bloom for you and me

and together we can be

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