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shatteredpoet Jan 2019
but, my love,
rivers still run from
your mouth,
colors still flow through
your veins,
and valleys of beauty
still reside in your soul.

~they didn't take everything
from you.
no matter what people say to you,
you still hold
your beauty
your wit
your talents
and your passions.
some people are unfair and
hypocritical.
some people will
say things that really ******* hurt
right down to your core
but whether they judge and/or say
things about your strengths or weaknesses,
you're still the same
beautifully passionate human being
and that's something that will always
be true.
these special pieces of you
will always find a way back to you
no matter how far away
they seemed to fall away
with the stroke of someone's
double-edged sword.

i won't sit here and say
that their words will
brush off as easy as they
hit you
because sometimes they begin to
flow from your head, straight to your
bloodstream and end up
staying with you
for a long time
but even so,
small acts of love towards you
or just a moment of shared
laughter
proves that those admirable
parts are still with you
deep down or perhaps those pieces
are
closer to your heart than you think.
regardless, no matter what anyone says
to you,
you're still worth love and
kindness.
you're still beautiful.
you still deserve to be heard
you are still human and you still
matter.

~2.a.m. me
shatteredpoet Jan 2019
if you're lucky enough
she will show you
the library she has for a brain
she'll show you the books
about the ones
who never took the time
to read her front to back
start to finish
she'll show you
the books she reads
over and over again
the ones she can never put down
and those she's too afraid to read again
and perhaps
she'll even let you
read the book
that's got a lock and key
sitting in the back
of her mind
collecting dust

•|||°
shatteredpoet Jan 2019
this is me
handing you the key
to the closet i've
stored all my
skeletons.
this is me
handing you the keys
to my
safe haven.

•|||°
shatteredpoet Jan 2019
that was the story of us.
no happy ending
no filled promises
in fact,
none of it was anything
like a fairytale book
because you didn't get
a happily ever after
instead
it was an ending that
was inevitably tragic.
shatteredpoet Jan 2019
i listened
to the sweet melody
you created
by the sweep of your fingers
curving those delicate fingers
making your skin tingle
and rattle.
kissing each note
with a soft greeting
but a hard farewell.
unveiling your soul
and all your intracies
shatteredpoet Jan 2019
they glued labels
on my body
that won't come off
without removing pieces of myself
too
and it hurts
almost as much
as watching them
bend and twist
and break your
body
to fit you inside
a box your heart
has outgrown
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