A Prayer for You

I wish to rummage through the
piles of what youve claimed as trash.
Discover the songs youre afraid to sing out loud and the
thoughts that didn't last.

With these treasures we could come to know one
another and our beautifully tangled parts
we hide.
And I could know why your
hands always shake, how you got that scar, and why you hate the
word goodbye.

The childhood memories
that raised you up to
be the fighter you are
today.
The twists and turns
behind your skin,
What I could do to make you believe.

That although your surface is
enchanting
its something else that pulls me in.

It's what you hide beneath your sweater,
what quickens your pulse at 3 am.
The hands you'll never hold again.
The words that made
your heart lock tight,
what you have given away.
Memories from your grandparents
house, how someone could
make you stay.

We label ourselves as unwanted but if you would just let me
see the parts the past has taught you to hide. I
could peice them all together and hold the majesty in front of your eyes.
Because I know why youre
tired, and why you won't let yourself listen to those who swear they are
different.

But I need for you to remember how breathtaking
you are meant to be. How everything you are
seems to move something in me.

And I could make it my purpose
to discover the old soul hiding
by reminding you to cherish every curve of your face.

And soon you'll
recognize the drive you thought was long gone,
and how the world seems to fall in line with your footsteps.

You'll sing along to the songs
that I showed you, they remind me of how beautiful you are.

Never throw another part
of yourself away. Be thankful for those who did you wrong
because they cleared the path for you to be
something brilliant.

Please travel the world,
let things move you to the point of tears, laugh until
your ribs ache, (its the best kind of pain.

Write poems about what you've lost so
we can turn your scars into art.

And on the days you
find yourself stumbling along the way, or the power you have to make
a broken being change.

The wings you have that they labeled as shoulder blades, the
immortality in your name.

Remember the bandages I used to hold together every gem I found in you.
Together they make up the most revolutionary
picture.

Because you are the moment that changes everything, the stars that were
supposed to align. Let's reach for them together with our fingers
intertwined.

And never be afraid of being left with
nothing to your name.
As I connected the dots you gave me a purpose,
to be what does'nt fade when you claim worthless
and remind you of what I see.

With every inch
that makes up and angel that wont admit it,
there was a difference in me.