i have come full circle
i watched twelve year old me die last night
i watched them be freed like a
ghost finishing its duties
when you called me beautiful
and sketched my body with the grace of a masterful painter
and told me you saw the patterns of the world in me
i watched my younger self cry of joy
i watched the words i've carried drop onto the ground
maybe this was the revenge i always wanted
maybe this is the closure i thought i needed
i think i can start loving myself again
i think i can trust you again
i think i've changed and can love you again
maybe i did have a little too much last night
but i think it was for the better
i just want you to hold me again and to let me understand it
for what it truly is

may 2021
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