note to self
And it’s okay to be sad.
It’s okay to be fucked up,
but stop telling yourself that you’re damaged because
that’s not a bad thing.
Because I love you
Because I love you
and every inch of tatter fabric
that wraps around your body like skin.
I love you because that damaged skin knows hurt.
You have beams in your eyes
You have beams in your eyes
that can scan a street and
take inventory of any living, breathing thing
that has tears in their heart,
and you can feel it too.
I love you because you see diamonds in blood
and reflections in wounds.
I just wish you saw the beauty in yours.
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