her eyes glistened
with the light of
a thousand stars.
they told me
she was not enough.
her scars were painted
across her canvas called skin -
each one unique to itself.
they desperately
cried out for help.
her glossed lips smiled softly,
pulling her ****** features
into a jovial facade;
allowing a melodious
voice to fill the air
it said
"i'm okay, thank you for asking."
- v.m
she is incredible and doesn't deserve to feel like anything less. she is you. you are incredible. keep reminding yourself of this until you believe it.