You feel like you're ripping at the seams. You feel like all the scary stuff That you hid behind those shattered glass eyes will spill endlessly onto the floor, make you a laughing stock, And Be the reason you must become a recluse. This my dear, Is in fact, Untrue. Behind the seams You are no monster to be cast, in a closet, Under the bed, Under the stairs, In the attic Or In some makeshift storage space. No No Behind those seams Is a beautiful mosaic Of the beer bottles you've shattered Of the mirrors you've cursed to shards Of the glasses you've cast to the floor Behind the seams is nothing to be hidden away. You are art. You are; the most beautiful, The most intricate The most complex The most awe inspiring Piece ever put together. Yes, Blood was shed to get you here. Sure, Sometimes when I try and help To place your glass I get cut on your sharp edges. I do not regret taking my blood Mixing it with your love And Guiding you to decide To decide to pull the fabric, hiding your beauty, away I'll be here holding seam cutters to hand you. I'll save a spot Atop the mountains In every studio On every city street In every single home To display your heart. You may feel broken You may feel shattered You may feel that you're worthless But in every piece of you that you think is meaningless I will show you You don't need to be who you were To be something beautiful.
For my beloved moonflower. You are not alone and you're not in anyway unfit for the dazzling of the world you exist in. Head to toe, heart to soul I love you. It's late and I'm taking you in as you sleep. Goodnight.