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Stephanie Oct 2018
Pretty petals on a flower
1,2,3,4,5
Petals that are soft
Petals that are vulnerable
Petals for someone else
Requiring gentle touch
The fifth one has started to wilt
Someone loved it too much
But a loving touch is handled with care
This petal is wilted from someone too rough
Love has guidelines
Ones we don’t speak of
Unspoken rules, universal truths
A petal is vulnerable and easy to tear
By fingers that rip, the kind that don’t care
The kind that just want, the kind that will take
This petal is dying
Someone loved it too much
Not love at all though
Love only comes from gentle touch
Stephanie Sep 2018
You have to be okay
Be okay for my best friend
Be okay for the future you have
Be okay so you can marry her
Be okay so I can stand there beside her
And I can cry seeing how happy you make her
You’ll be okay because you’re strong
I can’t see you wither away
She can’t see your strength fade
She can’t see your light go out
She can’t see her heart break in two in a hospital bed
You’ll be okay because your hands are scarred
You’ve lifted heavier weight than what’s on your shoulders
You’ll be okay because you’re stubborn
You’ll be okay because you’re so full of love
You have to be okay because this world needs you
It needs people like you
The world needs your love in it
You’ll be okay because we need you to be
Stephanie Sep 2018
I have to pull myself out
You can’t help me
I don’t want your shovel
I need to claw my way out
I need this dirt under my fingernails
I need the rocks to scrape my hand
I need to know actual hurt
I need the blood to come from my cuts
Don’t let them bury me here
Don’t let this bury me
I’ll scratch the coffin lid
I’ll ring the bell
Will anyone hear me
Do they think I’m too far gone?
Do they know?
Do they care?
I’m the one who should care for me
I need to find self love in this darkness I’ve made
I’ll find it through the pitch and mud
I’ll find it when I save myself
I won’t let this bury me
Stephanie Sep 2018
I want to cry sitting in the floor with my dog
People aren’t like this
He doesn’t expect me to be creative with my words
He doesn’t need me to tell him he’s cute
I pet his head and I know all he sees is me
He doesn’t care if I cry for no reason
He doesn’t care if I don’t want to get out of bed today
When I stop petting him he puts his paw on my leg
He wants me to keep petting him
He isn’t afraid to tell me what he wants
What he needs
He is unabashedly candid
He doesn’t play games
He doesn’t hold back
People aren’t like this
This pure, this innocent
I want to cry
Because I wish I were more like him
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