Lovely
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tell me again how lovely i am,
and i will tell you
that you cannot utter those compliments
until you have seen my eclipse
and the high tides i pull at my ankles
to accompany me.
you cannot tell me i'm wonderful
until you've experienced the way
i let grief hang from the tips of my hair
and the way my own fear
clings to what's left of my skin.
please don't tell me you love me
until you can see more light
in my cracks
than i see
in one day.