The Human Thing
Remember when I did the Human Thing?
When I (almost cried)
Told you that I loved you,
And you told me
It was okay,
And you slid out of your skin.
I think about it,
Still,
How beautiful you are
To have cupped me in your hands
And set me down gently again.
I pulled my heart out from under my ribs,
And gave you Something Human,
Something (real),
And you gave me Something Human back.
I don’t think
I was a real person
Before then.
Just a hungry skinsack,
A waking,
Walking thing,
A dream.
But you gave me a piece of your Humanity,
In that dim room,
And the walls drew close,
And I loved you for it,
More than I had ever loved anyone or anything.
You even pulled your heart
From under your own ribs,
Trading vulnerability.
You’ve killed me a hundred times since,
Each as softly as the first,
And I let myself die anew,
Each time,
As I never did before.
Perhaps that is the most alive
I will ever be,
(Dying, again and again.)
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A/n: Not the beginning of a crush, so this piece is technically ntp, but it’s still in the general topic area so who cares.