Now and then I wish there wasn’t a hint of a stain.
It would make falling in love simple,
But a piece of me is at peace with everything because that slight makes me believe this life is real.
Life is real
Life is real
Life is real.
And that’s magnificent!
Pristine city streets
In morning dew
Undisturbed from the trampling
Of hustling shoes.
Except for two pairs of footprints
Paced side by side
Making their marks in this place
At the still of dawn.
Rebirth
From the cold dank earth
I rise from the ashes
Fanning fresh wings
Shattering flesh with lit matches,
While emanating light
As the sun watches
The birth of spring buds,
And love matches.
What if we are aliens
From the same planet?
That feels good right?
What if humans are like fairies and you began to disappear the moment people stop believing in you.
Look in the mirror and shout,
“I believe in you!
I believe in you!
I believe in you!”
I have been shattered into a thousand pieces
And those who love puzzles have tried to piece me back together,
Each confident they made me whole,
Manipulating some of the pieces that wouldn’t fit and wedging them in to fill in the gaps,
Not realizing that each time I was taken apart,
That I couldn’t be the same.
And some pieces no longer belonged.
And it pained me to have someone mold me to their idea of completion.
When all I needed was to be received with holes, broken, and left over pieces.
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