I am the culmination of everything I have ever loved every lingering glance I have let last too long and affectionate syllable I have spoken too softly I love wholeheartedly and with generosity even in the wrong moments, unadvisedly when feeling the rush of a sweet dishonesty tied to the lips of those undeserving of me I am made from the scars of my mother and the labor from my father but rebirthed every time I meet a new personality my skin soaking up their congeniality breathing art, tasting music, and living poetry constantly yearning for different realities yet knowing I find them between the cushions of your cars seats through the window, in the silence, or right under my feet I would not be who I am without the winters dusk or every imprint left on my skin from unexpected touch I am made of butterflies, meant to be everything I love
I always find myself thinking about who I would be if my life was slightly different, from a change I made unconsciously. I have loved so many things so earnestly, and I don't think I would be nearly the same if I had changed that, even slightly. I think I'm happy with how I turned out. However, would I even know if I wasn't?