do you know
how the words you say speak of your edges and not my gray area

do you know
every time you decide definitely, I watch you shrink just a little more into the mold you’ve cast

do you know
that none of your complicated and messy rules diminish your beauty or worthiness
just that you make it harder for us to honour them

do you know
beyond all the pieces of you that have fallen into the gutter and drowned beneath the rush of rainwater

separate from that which they told you were and weren’t and never could be

apart from the ache of your brokenness
you mattered to me today in a way no one else ever has