Im so sorry that
they shoved you between the pages of
an old book
like a torn up piece of paper.
They dog eared the pages around you,
just in case they cared enough
to find you again.
Cataloged somewhere in their minds,
between their first car
and that one lunch with their father
where they refused to say your name.
You’re worth being seen,
paper unfolded and worn with love,
read so many times
you could fold yourself back together.
Someone will put you in a frame,
see the worth you radiate
and declare you as art.
As you’ve always meant to be seen.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Love how you wrap your words around your emotions.
GORGEOUS! Wow you always have such heartfelt words