perhaps my mistake was
that I sized myself too small
to fit into the tiny hearts of people
that I shrank myself too tight
to be held in their palms
played as their wish
but forgot that I needed not
to live smaller than the legend
of the dragon, from whose ashes I rose
the breath that is filled in my lungs
can yield flames, freeze droplets
what could I not do
hadn't I made myself "lovable"
for people whose "love" was
narrower than the alleys
of jam-packed cities
trying to fit myself in places I never belonged
I gave pieces of myself
and picked up pieces that were never mine
good and bad both
so I do not wish to worry
if I'm lovable, if I'm cool
a piece of puzzle waiting
to be figured out by fools
if I could be the top adored person on your list
it's so much more fulfilling
simply to just exist
unapologetically
daringly to just exist
regardless of the expectations that
swirl around your mind
cloud your vision
take you away from your paradise
and label it as something futile
henceforth I take my power back
and rush to my garden of hopes
where one blooms and one wilts
but forever it blooms
lilacs and rose
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I'm fashionably late to loving myself
PoetryThe world would be dull if love, poetry, admiration, zeal, passion, and romance wouldn't lace each strand of our heavenly web. I spill my heart on this one love letter to the entire humanity. In a faint voice though, soft enough to hear only when yo...