torn apart, piece by piece.
every lie drawn on skin, written in glass.
“wrong, unworthy, unlovable”
giving up was a choice,
the life I was giving you
was what you wanted.
I tore you apart, piece by piece,
kept broken, wanting
your skin and smile, eyes and legs.
a fault in every piece.
little did I know you were the wisdom all along,
the healing, cure, voice
not my mind, but our heart.
our lungs, beating, our legs,
which kept standing.
I started to listen to you, finding out
you were the wise one all along.
now I listen, hear
the voice is yours
slowly mending scars
from lies, upon each wounded piece.
seeing the truth
has been right here
3 thoughts on “Making Amends”
Raw and warm-hearted… beautifully written
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