it has taken me a long time to realize / that i owe it to no one / to have to a read a book / when i don’t like the words / and that applies to people too

the summer girl

i had grown to call \ darkness my home \ and almost felt relief \ when my scars were hidden \ and when i couldn’t pinpoint \ every physical flaw \ on my body \ because my insecurities never failed to whisper \ that my skin \ shouldn’t see the light \ when i am still lost \ in dark places.