I love my tattoos and broken habits
And the silence I find in necessary situations.
I love the foot I broke in multiple places as a kid
And twisted on a trampoline
Lost footing during a goal in soccer.
I love the weird colors my eyes change when I'm not paying attention
And the little details they pick up when someone is distracted.
I love my will to prove the voices wrong
And I to show them compassion one day.
I love my body, despite the things that have touched it in the past.
I love that I'm able to take my broken history and form new ideas.
I want to love the people that hurt me
Because maybe they didn't know better
And maybe love was all they wanted
But hurts less to ask first than to act.
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