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.
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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.
If I could …
I’d let my fingers trace you skin while the moon light danced across your chest.
I’d kiss your lips in the gentlest way , hoping my mind never forgets your scent.
I’dmake you laugh just to watch you smile .. because your smile is everything.
I’d guide your hands through my bodys terrain not caring if you get lost.
I’d inhale your warmth , and breathe you in no matter the cost.
I’d run my tongue across your love jones.
I’d remember how you taste.
I’d keep my momentum going , Id keep stroking .
I’d remember the moans and tremble your body makes right before exploding.
And after we finished , I’d rub your head in awe of the very thing that holds your crown.
I’d watch your silenece, understanding that true Kings don’t have to make a sound.
She was everything you feared and everything you loved.
Her storms were the ones worth chasing .
Beauty that’s not flaunted or noticed may be rare .. But still beautiful.
The most beautiful things in this world do not need to boast.
Does the ocean make a roar because it’s not being heard
Does the sun stop shinning because it’s not being felt
No, they simply just ” be”
Protect. Your. Beauty .