And there she was, standing in an open field at night.
Full of fireflies, flying around her,
She was one of the most beautiful creatures,
Perfect like a rose,
Gentle as a raindrop falling of a leaf,
Dangerous as a stormy hurricane and,

Beautiful as a double rainbow.

I used to think you were my everything
that no matter what you did you would still love me
you would still care for me
i proved that wrong
you showed me that i deserve better than you
you showed me that no matter what i have love to give
just not for you

i have found someone new
someone you wouldn't approve of
this person is someone that is different
they actually love me
they care for me unlike you
they are so gentle with me
like a delicate flower you're scared to break
maybe i wasn't your princess
But i'm certainly her flower.

My body is longing for
a soft, supple peony to brush against
my shaky fingers
bringing the tips of my broken fingernails
the concept of beauty
so when they scratch my waist as I put on my jeans in the morning
they remember what perfection feels like.
Let them remind me that I am whole
while they spread the sweet smell of spring across my back and down my legs
serving as a gentle reminder
that my limbs are soaked in silver glitter
filled with wholesome, raw, untouched
magnificence.

Loneliness plops in my soul
like the daylight rain.
With a light of hope
hanging majestically under my heart.
My hand are nippy,
covered with ink and filthy red marks.
The whispers still echo in those domestic vistibules,
rumpling me under million ounces of guilt.
The spirits come and hum soft words to me, filling
my mind with deceitful lies.
The creeps glissade me
in sentences
aimed by their ugly tongues.
Making hope grow down
my maneuvers.
-Khushi

gentle
is a word that could
describe me.
maybe if you knew me.

but do not take
my quiet voice
my soft eyes
my drifting hair
my light fingertips

for weakness.