A whirlpool of emotions
sometimes too hard to keep up with.
A heart repairman
holding you together until you can stand.
A mended soul
learning to see my flawed pieces perfectly.
A force to be reckoned with
should have known I was beautiful before he said it.
A puzzle made of cut up pieces
still waiting for the glue to dry.
problematic at times to say the least.
of homes inside of others.
A sturdy shoulder to lean on
even while I am falling apart.
or at least I presume I am.
A lover of all things
still learning to love myself.
I am made of a split universe
self hate no longer in the stardust which runs through my veins.
There is no time to change oneself
only time to grow.