"If I were made of rubber, I'd stretch my arms across the miles between us to take your hand. I'd pull you to where I am and let you reside in my arms. This world is made of too many jagged edges, sharp metal protrusions with ill intent, trying to cut your snow white skin. It's not that I don't think you can't handle a few wounds, but I rather you not have them, because you are wonderful as you are. This world can stretch my body to its limits, but it won't ever break me. I've been tugged in so many directions and patched up so many times that I am no longer so easily torn, but I am hoping better for you. You are my friend and I love you. You make me feel like the world has gotten smaller and that arms are long enough to reach across oceans and continents, just to place my hand on your shoulder and tell you everything is okay. I will not let you come to harm. At least at the end of the night, we still have each other. The raised mountains keep us apart and the rivers bisect our distance, but it through it all I still hear you say my name. I believe friendship is stronger than romance. That hearts say everything we need for which we don't have the words for. I could call you by your name, but we already call each other by the same name. You call me your friend and I call you mine. These miles mean nothing to us at all."
Sin Rostro! Open Mic Night
06/11
Beauty Bar, NYC
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