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Despite Who I Am

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I hung myself today,
paper cranes dangling from the rafters alongside me,
because I was jealous of their wings.
I could never fly to you.

I painted the cement today,
lilac concrete beneath my feet,
because the world doesn't seem bright enough.
It's too dreary without you.

I bruised myself today,
just a small flower, black and blue on my hip,
to remind everyone that I'm not the carefullest girl.
At least my heart is safe with you.

I questioned myself today,
wondered if I was an anachronism, someone who just doesn't belong,
because I've never felt right in my own skin.
I've never questioned that I belong with you.

I spoke to the sun today,
asked if its relationship with the moon was going well,
because I know they don't see each other too often.
Sort of how I am with you.

I drew a straight line today,
though it seemed too perfect for my taste,
replaced by one, just a little askew.
My favorite kind of perfect has always been you.

I turned the world right-side-up today,
it's always seemed a little upside down to me,
never quite stable or balanced.
At least not before I met you.

I gave my heart a new battery today,
I guess that's why it never worked before,
always stuttering to a stop inconveniently.
It still does, but in a good way, around you.

I took a polygraph test today,
to see if I still lie to myself,
trying to fool everyone with fake smiles and cheery falsities.
The one who sees past those is you.

I left my age in the dust today,
letting my inner child shatter puddles,
and giggle alone.
I let myself be me,
something I haven't done in a long while.
Something you've unknowingly reminded me how to do.

I may not
have wings,
see the world as bright as it may be,
be the safest, or most graceful,
belong, or fit in like I should,
be able to be in the arms of the one I love,
draw perfectly straight lines,
think the world is perfect,
have the perfect heart, head, or lungs,
be fine when I say I am,
be prim, proper, or act my age.

But I'm in love.
With someone who loves me despite those faults,
and for my strengths, hidden beneath.
Someone who has seen my heart,
knows of my past, and my scars,
and can still embrace me with the same amount of adoration.

I couldn't be more thankful,
that I've found someone,
someone who I can spiral into love with.
Who's arms will be wrapped around me,
as we fight for each other.

Because I will never give up,
as long as you're holding my hand.
:heart:

Not sure I like this piece...should probably be a scrap...but I like the idea it represents...just a quick something...
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VenetianCloud's avatar
Love it. Especially the beginning.
I bruised myself today,
just a small flower, black and blue on my hip,
to remind everyone that I'm not the carefullest girl
And
I hung myself today,
paper cranes dangling from the rafters alongside me,
because I was jealous of their wings.

I painted the cement today,
lilac concrete beneath my feet,
because the world doesn't seem bright enough.
It's too dreary without you.
The rhytm of the  "concrete" part is flawless.
I love this poem with an undying love. I hope you write poems till I die.