in
search
of someone
who
made
her feel like
she belonged
in this
world,
she
went on
countless
journeys
expeditions
voyages
like a moth,
she makes it her mission
to find the light in everything.
no matter how short
her life may be.
—luna
she didn't kiss frogs
she kissed great white sharks
but the stars—
they see
everything & are
loyal to no one.
when she
whispered
her wishes
into them,
the voices from
her nightmares
came crashing
down.
i. she didn't deserve any of the suffering she went through.
ii. she wouldn't have flourished into the hurricane lily she is now if she hadn't.
maturity is realizing two truths can exist at once.
i. she didn't deserve
swallowing
the memories
is like
biting down
on
a mouthful
of
sea glass—
the iron
filling up
my her
throat
is the
only way
she knows
she's still
alive.
wanna know a secret? once she stopped pretending to be someone else just to be liked by others, she was finally free.
now she knows how important it is to like herself.
the first time you take me home & introduce me to your parents, your father takes one look at me & says, "that girl looks like she's much too smart for her own good."
why wasn't i smart enough to stay away from you?
she's come to the conclusion that they like her because she's sad & even more so because she's quiet. it's a lethal combination that makes it impossible for her to tell them:
stop. / no. / don't.
the forest is her church.
the sea is her salvation.
neither
have ever tried to convince her that she's inherently incomplete or sinful or lesser-than.