Heavy, heavy me. I am swans for miles
and I am filled with bloom.
Words do not help.
This room filled of your body,
and the insides of you too, it does not help.
How beautiful it is in here
with the golden wall and the wind blowing, and yet
there is nothing in here with me.
I am always with me and without.
I spread wide, my feathers rise, as if never
cut. Oh, I am cut. I fool you so bad with my cut love.
How ugly must a girl be to be whole,
how ugly it is to split in two.