Wreck(less)

Could I kiss your scars away

I wouldn't.

To love your past

As I love your present.

You are not a painting

To brush over mistakes.

You are cast in bronze

To glisten in the sun

But also to be dented

Scratched and scorched.

You are armor.

Grown hot in the blazing days of battle

Burn my skin

I remember you.

You have a history

One of strength

That I would not wipe away.

Why be perfect

When you can be real.

Why be new

When you can be ancient.

Pieces of stardust in your eyes

Wisdom and clarity

In the great expanse

Of the story written on your skin.

--5.22.14