really wrote tonight for the first time. it’s unrevised and i think i’ll leave it there for some time…
it’s odd how words can feel like they’re being wrenched violently from somewhere inside my chest, close to the heart, not touching the ribs - that weird place that gets all those funky feelings referred to as the “butterflies”, “love”, “anger”, “pain” and while its such a relief to finally release them, the process contributes to the pain of having those words exit my fingertips, tip of my tongue.
woman,
feeling down and out? well take a gander by the mirror and quickly turn around. instantly seeing flaws and pitfalls but if truly looked at, there is only perfection in every curve, every scar so forget all those rejections from men less than willing to accept a woman for all that she is and missing out on all the beauty created by a man who truly loves a woman and what she can be.
![Reminds me of Damian. :]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9dgz9Z90P1qzjv7do1_500.jpg)
