The Door Is Not Closed

Elessar Younglove (they/fae)

You are their world

Slowly they blink into yours

You show them a myriad of colors

You find safety in repetition

But they are growing up

Changing from silk to spider webs

And soon your name will not be the first

On their lips

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​Words like toys and sandcastles and sprinkles

Make room for words like girls and lipgloss and cars

They are not yours anymore



The word 

        hate

         curls on their tongue 

Like a piercing echo of your sunsets spent 

And you mourn who you thought you knew so well

How could things have gone so wrong



You wonder

They are like a rainbow in a river

Tender to touch and magnificent

Your smile is still theirs to share

Your arms still theirs to find

And you find you did not lose them

But missed them

They will come home to you



Beaten and bloodied but grinning

They stand in your door like a stranger

Watching with guarded eyes

And a hardened mind

Hand them your heart on a silver platter

For it is the only key they shall ever need

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