there’s something very
perfect
and silent
about myself.
there’s places
in my mind that
are just for me,
and they are my
favourite.
i look back
and love every version of
me.
can one part
of me forgive another?
i spend
time alone,
late at night when
it rains.
i write about rain
and my favourite people
and hum
my favourite songs
and find peace
in myself.
what a happy
girl i’ve become.
i wonder if i could
tell her,
tell her from two years
ago that she can
mend with seams
of gold.
she has a beautiful heart
and i think maybe i
love her too much.
what bliss to know
she lives in my chest,
dangling her legs and swinging them
while sitting on my ribs.
stay there my love,
i beg you stay with me.
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