by the end of this war i still don’t think i can embrace you
take you in my arms the way you have done for me
by the end of this war i think i will still hate your scars
your layers
but i will not hurt you anymore
I will not ravage at your skin and
stare at the mirror for hours like it will change something
I will settle with the broken pieces.
good enough
happy enough
i know someday there will be a person who will love you just for who you are
every bruise
every last mark
they will adore all the empty spaces
they will fill every last part up.
but i
im so tired of trying to love your ghosts
having to try when i just want to love
i just want to look at you and be
okay
be
alright.
you deserve to be loved by someone whole
someone more complete
than me.
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