Was I wrong to believe your smile or those words that slide down like tequila with a burn at the end? Was I more than just a body or a space to kill the time, a shot to ease the pain. Another gap filler another right one for now.
I am learning lessons fast. Like that I oft choose naivety to being savvy, purely to feel the joy that the way people now operate often sucks out. Not because I'm stupid but because I'm beautifully hopeful.
My scars and cracks and trickles of tears are what make me rare; i glisten as I break and become someone new.
Funny the words we let trickle out when we least expect them, regularly misplaced or ill timed or fallacy all together.
Strengthen your wings sweet fairy as you learn to fly. Don't let the scars keep you from taking worthy risks. For we all fall sometimes.... and more often than not there's no one there but our soft raw hearts to catch us as we fall.
Some scars are forever, some heal quickly. Either way, the soaring is worth the descent. Whether the flight be long or short, the journey is worth it.
So cry little fairy, soar, and risk the scars....it's time to spread your wings.
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