“You are lovely”
You tell me so,
But I don’t feel so
Lovely now.
A spell
Once broken,
Like a china cup
Smashed in a thousand pieces,
Can never be
Fully whole again

But then again
It’s the glaring imperfections
The deep wounds
That makes us lovable
And empowers us to dizzy heights
And make us
Who we are
And who we are destined
To be