i deserve love, i think;
i don't need you to love me
but i deserve to be loved —
an ocean:-
it's filled with life coexisting
colours flooding but not
browning she
loves herself
she smiles
through crevasses and dimples,
in craters and holed cheese-blocks
it's not painful
the carpet is dry
for once her head isn't tilted
letting tears fell into fibres
wheels rest comfortably
and get stuck the 'normal' amount—
and she is loved:-
it begs on bruised knees;
illusions poor-white doves
that encircle her compass
and frail frame
she removed the wrist band
it doesn't hurt anymore-
she doesn't hurt anymore
i hope to not hurt anymore