writerfromva

On that night,

I saw the stars

in waves of black and blue

weaving through my vision

before it went dark

The fireflies buzzing about

“How could you ever love me?” she asked.

Look at my skin, charred.

My face, scarred.

My body, branded by people’s opinions of me.

“How could you ever love me?”

Everything you do is acceptable

We stand with open arms

At your next word

There’s an imaginary red carpet

Laid out for you in the halls at school