hidden away, the ones you don’t
let the light of streetlamps touch.
If you think for one second my shoulders
would turn away, seek the safety of the
lights outside my house. You’re damn wrong.
I admire what others keep darkened,
it is real, and honest, and my eyes
feast upon every jagged piece.
Standing on asphalt I don’t say "Fix this"
and leave. I grab your most serrated shard,
pull it close and say "I love you for this."”—I love you for all the flaws you find unloveable | Carlynn Victoria (via carlynnvictoria)