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she’s complete without you.
she was whole before you met
she won’t compete for your eye and ear
she listens to herself.
she doesn’t need you, night and day,
in every space, in every way
she takes care of her shit
she handles it
she’s complete without you.
she’s not perfect, don’t ask her to be
something she’s not like those magazines
she’s pretty and ugly
and happy and sad
and nice and mean
and good and bad
she’s things in between
she’s things you’ve never seen
she’s not perfect
but
she’s complete without you.