""I've grown up
from that broken girl, fading away
on her best friend's front porch steps
to
a new shade of devastation,
a woman
stepping out from behind the shadows
coming out of the closet for the last time
UNAFRAID
of all the world's wonders
of all the prying eyes surrounding every move she makes
every kiss and every mistake,
still
raising her middle finger high
but pain,
sharp as fingernails to a chalkboard
no longer chains her soul,
instead it's inked upon her sheet white skin
pictures telling stories
a color for every scar
and
like a brand new drug that ink takes her to a higher place
into the clouds so blue, as the "remember" on her wrist
because
life just isn't as bad as she recalls
not a leash to run from
a makeshift cage to break
instead,
it's a crash course in a one-girl revolution
and
she's always one step ahead of the game.

[[Love is love.]]"

11:03 pm