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he wrapped the cloak about his shoulders
so afraid to let anyone see who he really was
because back then, they saw and they stabbed
red hair and freckles, and an excellent name
for turning into 'doghouse' or 'dollhouse'
nobody noticed him folding back into himself
sealed away in a world of magic and power
nobody noticed him running from love, afraid
that he would be seen again and stabbed again
nobody noticed him running from life, knowing
that so many would just cut him down anyway
he ran from love for so long, he didn't notice
as she slowly crept into his heart, making him
something more, but stealthily, by his own hand
loving what she was quietly making him, deep
in the secret spaces of his heart
and scarcely had he admitted loving her when
the world stabbed again, bringing crime worse
than murder to heighten the war between himself
and himself that had been brewing for six years:
the idea that he could be that guy and like it
plunged a knife into the very core of himself
what else could he do but tell her who he was
and when she told him it was okay to be that way
he fell into her arms at last, no longer afraid
to be next to her, because she loved him more
deeply than he had ever dared to imagine, so deep
that she could even love what he most hated
There it is. My real story. (All of it that I'm willing to tell right now. Where did the demon come from, and how did he get so much power that erasing my ties to him in the real world couldn't destroy him? Only I know....)
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