Digimaree

i know your type, i’ve seen them around here before, browsing through my poems like you’re flipping through vinyl records, trying to find that one disc you were listening to the first time he leaned over and kissed you. the only way you’ll ever be able to love yourself is if he leans over and kisses you again, is if someone tells you about the seven wonders of your soul, if someone sits down and writes a list of all your beautiful fault lines that you’ve never been able to forgive. you want to love yourself and you want to be loved, but i know it’s hard to believe that you’re holy, when your hands still s