On a Journey
I went on a journey to find love,
but I found volence
and blood
and hands that only caressed what they bruised.
I went on a journey to find true love,
and I found pages of books
and the smell of coffee
in cozy, small spaces.
I went on a journey to find true love,
and I found fields and faraway houses
and stars that city lights
could never comprehend.
I went on a journey to find true love,
and I found oceans and beach sand
and every beautiful body type
that was ever born into this world.
I went on a journey to find true love,
and I discovered myself.
And I realized that
they're one and the same.
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