I thought I caught the edge of a familiar shape
And so descended in haste through heavy waters
Many a soul caught there, cold and unwavering on the base of these depths
But the yawning hollow was not half as wide as it seemed.
So I refilled my lungs
To return again, to search for you
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We’re not so different, you and I.
Better to be bewildering, than wilting.
More apropos to be anything less than appropriate,
than forgotten for being familiar.
Come to know me and you will come to know
the corners of yourself long forgotten,
abandoned for in exchange for the status quo.
Measuring women by an unspoken sliding scale.