And still, she longs for love, when all she knows of it, is how much it scars.
ALMA-MAY NOAAnd still, she longs for love, when all she knows of it, is how much it scars.
ALMA-MAY NOATo be looked at and not found wanting —how beautiful to be enough.
ALMA-MAY NOAAll the scars I hide fearfully, you see; counting them carefully with your lips, and telling me they are beautiful.
ALMA-MAY NOAHer thoughts are poetry, sheer beauty to behold, pay attention when she gives you a glimpse.
ALMA-MAY NOASeems it’s just too easy to fall in love with absolutely all of you.
ALMA-MAY NOAAnd love stopped being love when it began to feel like a trap, instead of freedom.
ALMA-MAY NOAI am slowly cutting you out of me, piece by aching piece.
ALMA-MAY NOAI lost myself willfully in half-forgotten madness, futilely for in the throes, I still remember you.
ALMA-MAY NOAI want to lay down spread out and be the one to fill all the spaces empty – and occupied by her.
ALMA-MAY NOAHealing was not found in mending my brokenness, but in finding peace among the pieces.
ALMA-MAY NOAReflected eyes held pain from too many vain attempts to find love in other people.
ALMA-MAY NOASee the wonder that exists all around you – and know that you belong.
ALMA-MAY NOAThis heaviness inside my bones tells me, I still carry the weight of loving you.
ALMA-MAY NOAHow is it that I can drink from your lips and still crave? More and more, and even more of you.
ALMA-MAY NOAAnd you have fast become my weakness, even as you remain my source of strength.
ALMA-MAY NOAHold me even closer than your shadow holds the dark; leave me in no doubt your arms are home.
ALMA-MAY NOA