I have loved to love and be loved when I knew nothing of the word, other than it was safe and nourishing because it was as boundless as the sky but I didn’t know it meant to lose myself everytime
I am so empty still, trying to fill myself up with love for me and me only because who else will there be besides me to pick up the pieces and glue them back together with my fingers covered in blood if I have not lost myself by then
And I’m starting to think that this crucial love stays though it might not show up everyday like the clouds, it might hide in the little crevasses it still stays to knit the absence over and over again
so this love I will cultivate to beam as strong as the sun so that even when I have shattered so, so horribly I am glinting rainbows and I can stand on my bare feet with the strength to walk towards it again.
Jade Butler is a Georgia-born writer and junior on summer vacation with plans to make writing her career.