I still embrace you and my deepest scars
I don’t apologize for letting you leave.
Knowing you were too little to appreciate, I still let you in.
You were a river who belittled me for being deep as an ocean
I was the first rain of the season, I made you my petrichor,
instead you made my heart your puddle.
I carried your essence in my body,
but your words made my bones weary.
I made you my song, the melody I hmm.
You made me your instrument and pulled the strings.
You were the destination I wanted to reach.
Turning the paths you left me lost.
But, there was a fire in me that never let your touch engulf my aura,
so I let out the wreckage with my poetry.
I won’t deny you didn’t leave scars
But you never saw the constellations in my eyes.
For I am the Universe’s piece of art
who knows how to embrace even the deepest scars.