I’d sing you love songs, in notes sharper than the blade you use to cut yourself
Carve out more places where they couldn’t stay
I’d build monuments out of the curve of your smile
You are happiness
I’d build altars out of your bruises
Break out midnight feasts and see what they couldn’t destroy
Gentle breeze
You are sacred even in your pain
I’ll write poetry on the scars on your back from carrying men who made a battlefield out of you
I’ll write poetry on your lips, for all the times you’ve been told to smile when your whole being was breaking down
You are heaven
You are a heart’s fulfillment
I’ll write poetry on the lids of your eyes
You have nothing to be ashamed of
❤️❤️❤️
*burns
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❤️❤️❤️
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I was here
I loved this
I am now leaving
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Haha thank you for coming.
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