As If
I am an indescribable mess
But will you look at me
As if
I am
The most beautiful mess
You have ever seen,
As if
You have and always,
Been in love
With the chaos
That fills my mind
The scars hidden
Underneath the surface
Of my tan smooth skin
Look through the cracks
Of my soul
Understand
That you,
Only you
Hold the power
To stitch them up
Brush your lips
Against my own
Wrap your arms around me
In a warm embrace
Engulf me in flames
And even if
I'm made of broken pieces
Of shattered glass
Love me
As if
In this moment
I am whole
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