Only the brave and the broken are kind in this world. - Nikita Gill

And you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.

I lure myself into a spandex trap and I text Amanda, “Is this what death feels like?” Alone in my room I say, “God, is this a poem? It’s uncomfortable. It feels like a poem.” God never answers, which is what really makes it poetry.

Survival

Everyone you love
is capable of doing
great and terrible things
things you never
thought they could do
when they are clawing,
panicking,
breaking
to survive.
Remember this
when you watch them
at their very worst moments,
And forgive them
their survival too.