You rushed home to change the color of the room
To better suit me
Before the paint could dry
The water broke
I was painted the color of the walls
By the time I took my first breath
You greeted me
Treated me like
The prince I never was
You taught me how to make things with my hands
How to break the extra ridges off the moon
When I cried
Because it looked
More like the sun
I found myself back in the room
Where the paint never fully dried
And with my fingertip
Wrote the name
You left me
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