If i could

i’ve made you into music
using a thousand notes.
sang you into rhythms
and chords and both.
pushed pitches that
climbed higher than
missing planes in the clouds.
told you so, told you no.
told you to become your
own wonder
because we no longer
marvel at miracles we
are used to.
i could be true.
i could go through,
examine the wires
inside my head to
repair those eaten
up by want, by agony.
yes, I can fix me.
rebuild with brick
and sand and sweat.
that’s how much
i can ask you to want
yourself.

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