onyx & clipped wings

you can admit it,

honestly, it’s completely fine.

you can admit the ways you

broke my spirit,

& threw onyx colored blankets over

the sparkles of my soul.

how you caged me

and convinced me the clipping of

my wings was for my own good.

you can admit that

all the pain you caused

was from the deepest hatred

you have of yourself.

you don’t have to pretend to

be something you’re not,

you can show your true colors

of greys and blues,

the darkest soul

to ever intertwine with mine.