Baby girl, you’ve got such tired eyes –
this life has worn you down, sunk
its teeth into your spine, broken bones
you didn’t even know you had –
you are falling.
Baby, those eyes of yours – they beg,
asking favors I can’t give, making promises
you can’t keep. Fingerprint bruises
smudged dark by more than the mascara
running down your cheeks.
Baby, your eyes are hollow, your smile
is jagged around the edges and cracking
at the corners. But baby you, with your tired
eyes, you are beautiful.
You have never been lovelier than you are
right now, right this moment, as you wipe
the tears away. Take your tired eyes
and recognize – you are a fantastic
dichotomy, half blasphemy, half truth,
and you are precious.
Take a breath, let me breathe for you.
You deserve the world, you deserve
so much more. I will hold you while the sky
caves in, collapses, buries
everything you have ever known
and everything you never will.
Baby, I will wait with you, for you.
I will let you rest. I can’t give you forever,
but I can give you my word –
I’ll be here when you wake up, baby girl.
Created: Jun 18, 2012writteninsable Document Media