Comparison is the death of all wondrously

Unique aspects.

One does not simply compare a beaten up

2010 Mini Cooper, to a blossoming sunflower.

You say your mind wanders to who they

Ever could’ve been.

I sigh, knowing you’ll never meet such disgrace

With your own hierarchy of a magnificent self.

They were ugly inside and out.

Their minds like bitter lime,

Their tongues—tangy tequila,

Their actions mixing drugs into the salt

Of my wounds.

When I tell you these stories,

It is not to hurt you;

It is to give you grace knowing you are

Everything I begged the universe for,

Since the day I knew I could wish upon stars.

Your eyes are the entire Milky Way

Upon my lids—

Closed, praying you don’t disappear when

I reopen them.

The love you have offered me

Wraps my heart in gauze;

A simple act of defiance and softness.

All I ever wanted was softness;

A gentle lover in the palm of my trembling

Hands. Someone to make the rain feel like

The comfort of a weighted blanket

Given straight from Mother Earth.

When I say they only wanted one thing and

I did everything to delay that transaction—

Believe me.

It was never my intention to be used and abused

Yet again.

But, I was.

Was—

Past tense. How beautiful is that?

I no longer am fearing my life and death all

At once.

No longer am I choking on the “no’s” I so

Desperately want to let escape.

Instead, now, the lump in my throat from

These memories is budding into the strongest,

Yet most delicate blushed roses and

Baby’s breath,

Just like the bouquet you gifted me on a

Random weekday.

Simply;

Nobody compares to the love I was always

Deserving of—

You.

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