“Love is or it ain’t. Thin love ain’t love at all.” – Toni Morrison
She carried a dangerous storm inside
where her heart should have been.
Her eyes were spears, able to tear into
flesh, pierce it deep. She felt the things,
awful things crawling underneath her skin,
words they had been trying to tell her since birth.
I love you tried to pierce her skin, but she’d
grown a shell of protection, locking her in &
keeping her separate from everyone who tried
to love her. She destroyed what she didn’t
understand. And that was her truth. That
was the storm that was brewing within.
She didn’t want love that tried to make her
pliable, she craved a love to make her free.
Peace & Love,