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fray narte Feb 2020
so when you dissolve into a thousand poems you can never write trying to look for the way out, let go. even the moon melts parts of itself, and your skin, it is made from the cracks constellations have between its stars. and when december starts to breathe the last of its sadness — and how it lingers on your skin: a glass so breakable, let go; wilted flowers no longer flinch at a lightning's touch; you are made from the same matter — all cold lips and an ether of sighs. let go, darling. all this, because you are not just a girl. you are a storm without a calm.
fray narte Jul 2019
i hope the day will come
that when you
look at the mirror,
you finally see someone
who deserves
all the love
you have to offer.
Synthesis Jul 2014
I am worth the air I breathe

I am worth every drop of water in my body

I am worth the iron in my blood, and the fire in my stomach

I am worthy of greatness for I am a son of the elements

I am a force of nature incarnated in the shell of a man

And it is in my hands to either mold the world or break it

In my blood is the summation of my past and history

But in my sweat is the future I shall build.

I am worthy for no other fact than that I am

**I am worthy

— The End —