I'm so glad that you're real. We may not have had the opportunity to meet yet, but the distance that you close with such ease–
You played hopscotch on my heart and avoided every crack and said those aren't breaks, those are cuts, here, have a band-aid and a hug and you made sure the light stays safe. Inside of my eyes and inside of my smile, for so long...
I was thinking that I was a lost cause.
I was thinking that I cannot be better.
I was thinking that I was worthless.
I was beginning to hate all that I am.
I was beginning to hate all that I will be one day.
And then you came along and said, hey.
It has to. It has to breathe. It has to heal.
It has to beat. It has to live. It has to be alive.
It has to be love. It has to be real. It has to be.
It has to be you. It has to be flawed.
It has to be damaged. It has to break.
And you know what?
It had to be you.
It had to be how you love.
It has to be you.
YOU ARE READING
Monsters Are Human
PoetryShe was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet. [ Just poems I found on Tumblr.] [ I do not own any of these!! ] [ The first few are horse poems. But it gets better. ] #230 in Poetry - 1 June 2016
