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"I said it's nice to love and be loved / But I'd rather know what God knows" - Pawn Shop Blues by Lana Del Rey
Every night I went to sleep in the firm palm of your hand. I dug my knees under my chin and closed my eyes as your fingers curled around me. There were no doubts when it came to you, only the palm of your open hand for me to walk across day in and day out. As you looked down at me, your head would block my view of the stars. After many of these same nights passed, I no longer found myself eager to dip into the small pools of your eyes. I wanted to be sailing in the middle of a vast ocean and I couldn’t do that while you were always latched onto the back of my neck. I picture a dollhouse you would have built for me to live in. You would whisper compliments through a tiny door, so your words filled the rooms with a thick, muggy sweetness. I don’t think you could ever understand that I needed the bitter wind across my face and roads so rocky that they pierced my shoes. You only see me walking with my own fists clenched and my upturned head, spitting insults at your feet as I walked away. Your love was a warm refuge from the cold of the world I wished to see, but that I never would know about if I stayed in the familiar creases of your hand.