I was broken. Like shattered glass falling with no end.
He saw beauty.
He kissed each broken,jagged piece of me
As if Picasso was painting heaven.
He told me I didn’t have to hide anymore.
He reminded me what’s it like to let love in.
He welcomed me.
My wounds were nothing but adornments to you
You loved flaunting the pain you caused me
They say everything that glitters ain’t gold
And you shined a little too bright
I am a Queen. Whose strength can rule kingdoms and whose pain can win battles .
– it’s never too late to save yourself from the dungeon.
Unknowingly , he unfolded me and perhaps is the very reason to this rhyme.
-He was my poetry
The very things that tried to destroy her caused her to rise.
And she did rise .
As much as she should hate you she didn’t.
As much as she could hate you she wouldn’t.
Because she knew that forgiveness was her greatest strength.
And being weak for her was never an option.