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 becausethat’s not a bad thing.

Because I love youand every inch of tatter fabricthat wraps around your body like skin.I love you because that damaged skin knows hurt. 

You have beams in your eyesthat can scan a street andtake 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 bloodand reflections in wounds.I just wish you saw the beauty in yours. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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