Constellations splayed out across her skin,
A supernova at her fingertips.
You know she is the stuff of
Dreams, but sometimes nightmares too,
She’s a shooting star, burning too brightly,
Her wings jagged and tattered and broken.
You start to wonder if she’ll ever see herself
Like a nebula ready to explode
In order to become a star,
Like a bird waiting to be uncaged
Like a phoenix waiting to rise from the ashes.
You love a girl rooted in the Earth.
Her bones are made of iron and steal and sheer healing.
You love a girl who’s eyes are the colour of dirt
With a lion’s mane matted in blood and tears.
You a love a girl weighed down with guilt,
Her golden body broken as she scrubs away
The blood that isn’t there.
You love a girl who’s shoulders sink with
The burden of her past, pressure that turns into oil
Letting her slip through your fingers.
You love a girl who is as scattered as a dandelion, the wind blowing her best parts
You wonder if you’ll ever be able to
Grab hold, pin her broken pieces back together
Before one strong gust blows them away forever.
Her hair flies away in the wind and you watch her turn her face toward the sun,
The halo of her silhouette making you wish
She’d just stay for once, instead of flying away.
You’ll inevitably lose her.
Praying it will heal her cracks,
Yet, she knows it won’t work,
And you cling to her wings
Because you know it won’t too.
Wrapped together in the nighttime of
In hopes maybe this time her spirit,
Whispering into her ears that
You’ll love her in the times of chaos and war,
You’ll love her in the times of uncertainty,
You’ll love her in the times she can’t love herself.
Stars cross, then uncross, and cross again.
Tides recede, then come back to shore.
Winds take you places and bring you home.
She changes and you remain.
— and even though she’s too fucked up to show it, she loves you too. Through it all, she loves you and you love her, and it still doesn’t work.
S.A.S. via imsadletshavesexx
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