It was cracked, and torn apart, and lost, and abandoned. But those flaws are enough for me. Your messed up perspective and damaged thoughts were what I even sought. And maybe damage seeks out damage. And maybe the fault in your being was what I wanted- to tell me I'm fine. That it's okay. It's okay to mess up, and not be perfect and flawless, and unbiased. It's okay to fail and suck at some point. It's okay to not be enough. It's okay to be a little cracked. Everything is okay. I know it. But I need your reassurance. I need your stature to be there when you say it. I know I'm f^cked up and broken and scarred. But please tell me it's okay. Because you are, too. And you understand me. Because you feel it, too. Right at this moment with your heart open, you are damaged, too.
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
