poems.

rose.

I realized that
my past contains
years
of killing parts of myself
and
all I've tried to do
was to feel alive again

funny
how I didn't get
that a woman
needs to bloom
no matter what
kind of direction
she's heading to

tragic
how long I needed to realize
that the ugly, thorny parts
are the ones
that make me so fucking strong
these days

so
listen
to those words:

girl,
your tears are like drops from heaven,
your pain is the source of hope
and
every breath you take
while feeling helplessly empty
is still one of the strongest things I know

listen to me

your weakest spots
are the ones transforming you
to the
dandelion
breaking through concrete,
your thorny pieces are
just a weapon
to defend the one thing
most important

-your heart-

and you should accept all of it,
cause
killing and loving yourself
is paradox,
hiding something
and
trying to feel free
is impossible

and after all
you deserve to know
how you're already
blooming as
the glorious rose you are,

how every part of your body
needs to get worshipped

and

there isn't a thing
about you
I couldn't love
till the end of time