damaged goods
Bruised fruit Bruised stub of a fag Bruised smudge down your right thigh Bloody soft little plum: There you are: The rotten fruit The bad apple The fable/ faerie/ flower/ freak I know:
I know you have spent so long in fear: do not be afraid: I do not fear: What is there to fear? the Others?? Them?? And Heaven??What of it??
No- what of yourself? you are not a flower that needs to be Bent Back into shape: if you are: and you are: you are Heaven: You: This: beyond sixteen, that forever, that bad haircut and those ill fitting clothes: this: the second kiss and that first heartbreak and all of the people that you love: this is it
Why else this pumping blood and this bleeding heart if not for love? There stands a beautiful thing and You are loud.