I say that I can't wear my cuts like ribbons because
Yesterday they were bleeding
And today they are bleeding
And I don't think it ever gets better.
You say that you can't wear your bruises like paint because
Yesterday they were blue
And today they are purple
And you don't think it ever gets better.
We think these broken bones
Are too heavy
And we think we are too ugly to be loved
But don't we love each other?
Everyone tells us it gets better
But when was the last time we listened to anyone?
The thing is,
Tomorrow I'll have scabs
And tomorrow you'll be red instead of purple
Because things leave marks
But we finally know that it means we're healing
Because as it turns out, it's getting better.
It's finally getting better.
YOU ARE READING
im learning to love myself in this one
Şiir& if you would just breathe with me for a second that would be nice & maybe we would learn something about each other who knows
