you told me people are like the moon
that up close you can see all the brutality it has endured: the craters, the blemishes
but you have to zoom out...
and see the bigger picture
the bruises are what make us beautiful, you said; unique
that imperfections make us perfect
it shows how we progress and grow
the cuts and bruises heal
and there is not such thing as permanent damage
no matter how fucked i am
i can heal
you'll always see me for what i am
you are ever the optimist, my dear.
i told you people are like the moon
from earth we see a marvelous, heavenly thing; the epitome of majesty and grace
but you get closer to the moon
and closer
and closer
and you see it really isn't that perfect
that it has hideous scars and holes
you never know until you see it up close
you realize just how much damage has been done
i don't think of it as progress
i think of the craters as a person's own special mark on us
instead of craters,
they're everlasting burns
