love is faultless in the way it continues to ignite people's hearts
even when parts of those people are missing
kind of like how a puzzle doesn't make a picture until all the pieces are brought together
I love this girl, her eyes are kind and her generosity is endless
she's suffers with her mental health, and she has scars on her thighs
everyday I tell her she's beautiful, she replies with "no you are"
in a playful way but part of me knows she doesn't love herself
she is damaged and she is beautiful, like a crystal wine glass that has been pushed over the edge,
but she still sparkles in her own way
she can be distant but I will always stay
because she has the pieces that complete my picture
and I know that I make her feel whole
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gas station flowers
Poetrycoming of age poetry by a queer young adult writer. navigating relationships and the coming out process. peak inside the mind of a young woman with a mental illness.
