“you are art.
he did not break you, nobody can.
you are not weathered steel,
you are sitting on a throne
of unsaid words
and stolen glances.
god baby, the sun bows down to you,
the moon and stars would fall out of the sky for you.
you are not broken bones or bleeding eyes,
you are a magnificent lightening strike.
you choose who you want to set alight.
you watch as they wither to ash.”