accepting oneself
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I have never really been considered an open book,
But because you love me,
I have learned to open my front cover,
And let my insides spill everywhere.
Because I love you I don’t mind being a mess,
My imperfections
They lie beneath
Veins and arteries and flesh
I have locked them behind
The solidified bars of my ribs
They reach out through the spaces
And try to lock lips with confidence
I am of my own breed
To be unique Is not a passion,
To be unique comes and never leaves,
To be unique is always with you,
To be unique moves with me, like the seas.
I am of my own breed
An isolated reflection
It is you, exactly you
Clouded by perception
Sensational brown eyes
Wish they were blue
Kinky curls reaching for the sky
Hair refuses to stay straight
Remove from me this veil that hides the reflection of my soul. As the grey ivy cloaks the mirror, my knife escapes me. The wolf inside me howls for air. My amber heart cannot live in such bondage.
