your imperfections were
what made me live.
the small details of every inch
of your body,
the scars on your knees,
the eaten skin around your
chewed up nails.
your voice when it cracked.
it was life, when the most
gorgeous person I knew to live;
had the same body that I had.
—b.
YOU ARE READING
THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
