To: The monsters under my bed...
I still love you
To: The monsters under my bed...
I still love you
quietly, gently
at a distance where
my love cannot be seen
I still love you
in hushed whispers
in locked rooms alone
where even I can't hear it
I still love you
bloodied, bruised
limbs torn from body
heart removed from its cavity
I still love you
stupidly, blindly
in ways that make me trip
and sprain my ankle
I still love you
thinking it's my weakness
until hateful societies
stare at me from your eyes
I still love you
and I pity you, too
because a life spent haunting others
doesn't allow you to fully live
I still love you
not because I agree or approve
but because I see you
in your ugly, raw beauty
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
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Comments (2)
This was so full of emotion and subdued pain. Like a longing for something you're not allowed to long for. Beautifully written.
This moved me deeply. As someone who explores the 'tectonics of the heart,' I recognize that quiet, distant love that persists even when it’s bruised. There is a haunting beauty in seeing the 'monsters' with pity and grace. Thank you for sharing this raw piece of your soul.