Come here.
Just a little closer.
I can see it through your eyes, and in your soul:
You are quite the picture.
If no one has ever told you that before, im telling you right now,
You are such a picture.
There's so much art between the color and line work in your iris'
And the crows feet you earned in the corners are simply signs of happier times.
They will come again.
Come here.
Just a little closer.
There are moths flapping their wings beneath your ribs, birds, caged, aching to sing.
Aching birds, and aching hearts,
I understand you.
My heart was too big for my body
So I uncaged it
And let it go
But you?
Come here.
Just a little closer.
You are quite the picture.
There is such joy in how your hands interact with other people,
So gentle and soft,
Like a glass doll you know has cracks that you wouldn't dare crack more
I know you have cracks and tears.
Come here.
Just a little closer.
I can see them barely visible, but they're there, running along the surface
Deepening with each fissure.
But no matter what,
You'll always be quite the picture.
Your gentle hands will take time to look inward and do a running stitch along the tears
Running on empty
But you'll make it through.
Come here,
Just a little closer,
Always such a picture:
Truly, my favorite picture.
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Half English / Half Cynicism
Poetrythis is a collection of my original poetry, and I hope you enjoy. I explore the themes of belonging, LGBTQ+, longing, and loss. Thank you for giving my writing a read and a chance :).
