3 weeks ago
I've spent years trying to be whole, gluing back my pieces together, debating whether I am the difference between my missing parts, or the sum of what's left, all while trying to seem complete on the outside. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
But people notice, and the cracks always show. So they take more than what you can offer because they look at you like you're damaged goods. And when they go, they will take a piece of you away, leaving you less than what you used to be.
But when you look at me, my rough edges soften and I stop feeling like I need repair. I feel at peace with my sadness, like how I feel with the blue in your eyes. I feel at peace with the million miles between us, knowing that your warmth defies light years, and keeping you close never had anything to do with proximity. When you look at me, I almost think you're heaven sent, like there are stars where your smile is supposed to be. But I remember I'm not much of a believer - and honestly, if heaven was indeed real, I don't think you would be here.