She’s a mistery, to those she loves
And those she doesn’t too
An entire roadmap on her body
Of the scars that helped her through
When she looks in the mirror
As she slowly falls apart
All i see is beauty
Radiating from her heart
The scars that mark her troubled past
Each portraying a memory
A story immortalized by small lines
Showing the world her bravery
Her eyes so dull and filled with tears
Singing story’s with notes off key
Though so beautifully intense
Picturing reality
Her colarbones and thighgap
Picturing her brittle soul
Starving away her chaotic mind
By denying herself indispensable fuel
The tears she sheds dripping off her cheeks
Soking her sweater with pain
She could only see their frailty
While i saw it as humane
She was not the words she spoke
Nor the memories cut in her skin
She was and would always be
The light that shone from within
She was not the thighs she hated
Nor the irrational thoughts she had
She was like the stars and moon
She was the books she always read
She was the way she looked at night
When drifting off to sleep
And the little dimples when she smiled
That appeared right on her cheeks
She was the way she helped others
Not the size of clothes she’d wear
She was the love she spread around
Not the colour of her hair
She was the way she never gave up
Or how she’d never run
Instead she faced her problems with dignity
And her head held high facing the sun
She never was defined
By all the things she thought
Instead by what i saw
She called herself what she was not
She was like a bright red rose
In a field of daisy seeds
She was incomparable
And did not deserve being treated as a weed
She never was defined
By all the things she’s not
Instead the cracks caused by her pain
Shone her light straight from her heart.
– G.S
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