I remember the first time I pulled up your sleeve to see a slur of scabbed over words that cut you deeper than just your soft ivory flesh
I thought you were so beautiful when I met you
I could have sworn you were an angel that fell from the sky to my feet because God had finally answered my prayers
But your wings were crumpled like a piece of paper
Wrinkled and ripped
Their words tore through your pages like an angry child trying to erase her parents mistakes
I have never wanted so much to make someone see how beautiful they are.
When I met you, you only ever wore long sleeves.
You covered as much of yourself as you could not just because of your scars but because maybe you thought if nobody could see you, you weren't really there
I am so sorry you hated yourself.
But let me tell you, Angel,
That your insecurities are not who you are.
The stretch marks on your hips are the ropes that bind me to sanity.
The yellow stains on your teeth are the brightest part of my day
Are a work of art.
Nobody can ever take that from you because you are the only one of you there is
So I knew
When you fell at my feet that hot summer day
I had to scoop you off the ground.
I picked up your shattered halo and carried you into my heart
I nurtured your beaten wings as well as I could
My love is the cast around your broken soul
The glue to that splintered halo
I will never understand how they could do that to you
But I have taken it upon myself to bring heaven down to earth for you because that is where angels belong and I don't ever want to let you go.