I love watching flowers
Growing up through cracked pavement
And abandoned buildings
Crumbling, but somehow still standing
Held together by vines and moss
Cracked seashells worn smooth by the waves
And well loved jeans with fraying edges
Shards of glass scattered on roadways
Reflecting the sunset
And rusty keys, whose locks have long since ceased to exist

I'm trying so hard to learn to love myself
And the first step is accepting
That even broken things can be beautiful