you would always seem the broken one
but god knows how many bodies you’ve fixed
how you hold the sanity of others in your palms
like the collapse of the galaxy depends on it
always so delicate, so gentle, so careful
you are the intake of breath of the almost dying
and *******, you are the north star of many
sharing the light and poetry and hope
and filling lungs to the point of explosion
like supernovas contained inside our skin
your veins overflowing with ink and quills
giving out much but never keeping any
good god i hope you know how much you’re worth
like the only four-leafed clover in a thousand patches
i bet you lost count of the broken hearts
you’ve glued back together, how much ache
you have tucked inside your pockets to keep
you make me write poems in the middle of my sleep
so i guess this is the payback, my little gift
to the girl with eyes who have seen brokenness,
who knows the true meaning of love and hurt,
to her who fought the demons with her words,
whose tempest washed out the worst,
who deserves so much more than this birthday poem,
the girl who inspired me and millions of others,

i’m glad you’re alive
i’m glad you survived

~ d.a