There she stood Tall and assured Charming but not boastful --
An energizing silence A magnetic pull, all-knowing Drawing me closer --
A scar I notice A defect somewhat An impurity they say --
She cares not to hide it She basks in it Pride in memory --
I come to hold her in esteem Sets her apart A quiet confidence --
A connection inimitable I fondly remember And she revels in remembrance --
A note of appreciation for my crystal friend.
Defects in crystals lend them their uniqueness. Like every person is unique to their own DNA, we too should discover and embrace our own unique gifts.
Fun Fact: Scientists have discovered Calcite Micro-Crystals in the pineal gland of the human brain. These crystals have piezoelectric properties with excitability in the frequency range of mobile telecommunications.
Perhaps our very own wireless transmitter linking us to universal consciousness.
We deny our flesh, then, give into the path of least resistance and after falling in every pothole from roads we travelled before, we wonder why guilt and shame win out as mocking spectators while we mindlessly repeat the same painful journey.
imagine a world that would allow you to see yourself through your love’s eyes; you’d see the things that make you beautiful. like the gap between your teeth, or the scars below your lip. completely embrace the defects that meet in the middle, stretching from each side of your chest. there’s no sadness in your eyes, that embarrassing trait matters a lot less. standing before you would be a person that deserves love and needs to be loved by you.
Deep,sturdy roots that never let you fall, A bouquet of exquisite flowers that bring fragrance in your life, A chest of treasure that money cannot buy, A strong safe that guards your secrets through thick and thin, An ATM card in dire need, A support column for your body, mind and soul, A life saver when misfortune befalls on you. The most desirable thing about them is that they gift you your defects in order to reform you.
I’m damaged goods, baby Or did you forget? Loose-leaf paper crumpled and discarded, Like every poem I couldn’t bring myself to finish.
This girl comes with a lifetime guarantee of cynicism and constant apologies and selfish laziness. For a low price of only commitment and patience, you can become proudly entangled in my dysfunction and constant need for reassurance.
You didn’t receive me shiny and brand new I have mileage, and I’m not afraid to admit That most of it is self-inflicted. I have scars that tell stories and a schema that has been shaped by 22 years of poor judgment and never feeling good enough.
And I can’t help but wonder, what it would be like if I was stable and motivated. Would you still get frustrated when I lay in bed until 3 in the afternoon? Would I be able to accomplish all of the seemingly simple tasks that always feel larger-than-life to this pint-sized girl? Would you love me more?
I’m jaded, baby and I think sometimes you forget that when I’m putting on a face and trying to be less of a disappointment, I’m still made of fragmented parts that have been glued back together one too many times.