April 19, 2016

Perfection lays beside me while she sleeps,

Reminding me that, in life,

I do not need to be bitter of my

Negative past; the time I spent with

Cruel lovers that never loved me.

Even though she does not believe it,

She is my hero.

She is my home, with arms that

Close around me when I am grieving,

Huddling to safety, crying to the emotional moon.

Laying beside me is my heart, my soul, my breath

Of fresh air, clearing my

Ever clouded lungs of anxious smoke.

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