he thought she was perfect
because she held no wounds
and he did
but she saw him
as he fell
and she knew that
torn flesh has purpose
and oh-
he was the angel
cast out of the clouds
that made him
and even if he no longer
saw himself as whole
she would teach him
that scars were not imperfections
but proof-
that even after pain
even after agony
life was worth living
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POEMS | When It's Hard to Breathe ✓
Poetrywhen my emotions over flow, I let them flood the page and sometimes it gets hard to breathe *** collection complete *** #1 in poetry collection: 08/11/2020 #5 in poem: 08/08/2020 #36 in poems: 08/02/2020 #9 in poetry: 08/13/2020
