She wore her pain like high heels
She was so confident in them and the way she carried herself/pain
She let her tears pour like raindrops from a burst sky
knowing that there must be a rainfall before the rainbow
She was strong enough to show her scars to the world
because sometimes perfection comes from broken things
She was broken,
She was hurt,
She was a poet,
She let her ink own the skies
She was beautiful in all her imperfections