Love is alive within her; she won’t collapse

Love is alive within her, in the way she plays with her
brunette hair while laying on her bed full of thorns.
Love is alive within her, in the way she stares at the moonlight
missing every inch of him with teary eyes.
Love is alive within her, in the way she talks about her dreams
with her cracking voice.

Love is alive within her, in the way she drinks her hot coffee
with her cold chapped lips every morning.
Love is alive within her, in the way she walks downtown carrying
her burdens and makes it look like colorful feathers.
Love is alive within her, in the way she holds her pen to
write something although the demons in her head.

Love is alive within her, in the way she laughs like a lunatic
although her silent screams at night.
Love is alive within her, in the way she looks steadily at
her scars on her thighs and smiled away.
Love is alive within her, in the way she ignites a light for other people
while drowning in the depth of her own darkness.

Oh, look at her shivering body.
Look at her agony heart.
Look at the wounds that they keep on inflicting on her.
But no, she won’t collapse. She won’t collapse at all.
Because love is still alive within her.
She is going to embrace every atom of her aching soul.

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