Embellished🍁

there was nothing romantic about our lost love.
it was a tragedy. i‘m still trying to
recover from what is left of you.
Tell me the color of your pain, and I’ll mix it in a palette with mine, to create a masterpiece of our own, one that only we understand.

You call them blemishes
Patchwork skin
Formed from marks and spots and scars But what happens
When you step back
What happens
When you view the whole
Can you not picture the constellations Can you not see
That your body is not Stained
With imperfections But
Embellished

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