you must remember
never to rush the
closing of one door for
fear of the closing of
another –
for with patience, every
door that is meant for
you will remain open,
or will open for you
again.
you must remember
never to rush the
closing of one door for
fear of the closing of
another –
for with patience, every
door that is meant for
you will remain open,
or will open for you
again.
I have always
been like
broken glass
to you,
making you see
the parts you didn’t
want to
I wonder what it would be
like to have
arms to sink into
when my body
gives out
what is it you
see when you look at
me that makes me
less to you?
a tone of skin
unlike yours, curves you are not
used to, a culture you do not
know, a life you have not
seen, less
money, more
dreams?
what is it you
see that makes my
humanity
obsolete?
oh baby,
you are a
beautiful intricacy of
messy imperfection and
gorgeous determination,
and when they call you
ugly,
they are only speaking to
mirrors.
There is a complexity to fighting for the things that break you.
Knowing the reasons why you are
breaking and offering yourself
willingly –
not because you want to be
broken, or for some means of
self punishment but
instead
because you believe enough in
yourself to know that you
will make it.
That maybe one
day the breaking will end and
you will have
never given up.
I have come to
realize that
if you give someone your
entire heart
and that is not
enough
for them then they were
never enough
for you.
be gentle with
me,
for I
am still a
child of the
universe and I
am still
bruised from
my time here.
twist my body into
shapes that look more
beautiful than the
shapes she makes of
me,
please
I cannot be
wanted
only for the
way I
heal you.
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