Spend way too much time looking into
Mirrors that stop your value at your powdered face
And the eyes of
Boys who only wish to devour you
Like wolves under the dying moon.
Would it bring you back to your feet to tell you
That whatever is broken can be loved and treasured just
The way it is?
Don’t you need to know and rest easy?
For no matter how many godmothers wave their wands
And chant their incantations,
The only way to fix a broken person
Is through time.