They’ll paint pictures of you without knowing your true colors.

is just a fancy word
for being unable to fathom
the circumstances
that must have existed
to make a human
as wise
and beautiful
and kind
and unparalleled in strength

as you

and i have a feeling
that when i tell my babies
my life story someday

i'll tell it from the perspective of
life before you
and life after the day
i first saw your smile

There are places
On this body
Clean and untouched
But there are also places
So littered with scars
You’ll never be able to count them
Never distinguish one from another
The rough skin like armor on my wrist
Broken, torn, shredded
I suppose it’s healing though
Maybe eventually I will too