fresh, clean, and utterly distracted

a poem for a human with magic inside them.

you are the eighth wonder of the world;
a paragon of humanity and beauty.
I can just imagine you, 
on the day the world ends, 
kissing the raindrops and laughing in the face of the stars.
you are made of such magnificence.
The atoms of you have seen such fantastic things.
I bet you spent a life time in Atlantis, skimming stones and swimming with sharks.
I think as well you must have been a star for a long long long time: 
it is the only way you could shine so well now.
In former lives you traversed space and time and sea and sky. 
you have seen the universe and yet,
here you are now.
I am so glad.

your soul is akin to a tiny galaxy growing and changing under your skin. 
you must remember that there are stars going super novae
and planets being knocked off their axis when you despair...
oh, but when you smile...that's when the magic inside you comes out to play.
sparks of light dance across your spirit, 
healing the holes and the barely-remembered ache of tears.
 infinities are born of your fingertips and whatever you touch turns to gold.

you are doing so beautifully, child. 
you are a product of eternity, and you bear the weight of a thousand lives with such grace, although I know they must be heavy.
so pause.
breathe.
allow the worlds inside you time to grow. 
silence your demons. smile, laugh, stay alive.

the eighth wonder, darling. you really are.

-g.m

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some context:
this is for a human being i only know over the internet. this is their christmas present
i hope they have the most glorious time during the festive season, god knows they deserve it.

much love

x

I'm drunk, but you're still beautiful.

I looked at you in a new way today.
Yes, you in the mirror.
I saw you and I didn't mind. I thought maybe
it would be okay to spend forever with you,
because I don't mind being in your skin anymore.
I don't mind the freckles on the small of your back
or the way stretch marks lattice your thighs.
I have grown to love that little nose and your wonky eyebrows.
I am beginning to find beauty in your shape,
the curve of your hip, and the sway of your waist,
your round knees and worn hands.
There have been days
when I have found you insufferable
and I have wished more than anything
to be someone altogether new;
brighter, funnier, with a whiter smile and happier eyes.
But now I am re-learning the topography of your body with a more open mind,
seeing, perhaps, what other people see.
I can see the sparkle in your eyes and how amazing you look when you are passionate about something.
I love the way your hands animate everything you say and how you cover your mouth when you smile, as if you know that your grin is a weapon at your disposal.
I have learned that no one else needs to love you for you to love yourself. Loving yourself is acceptable,
as is finding glory in how lovely the lines on your hands are.
I may have had too much to drink,
but in the morning I will be sober and you will be the same.
You'll still be beautiful,
and I will still be able to see you in the mirror.

-g.m

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some context:

loving yourself is important. you don't have to, of course. if your body causes you distress or dysphoria, then it can be incredibly difficult to feel good in your skin.
i just want you to know that you are ALLOWED to love yourself.
it's a journey we all have to take on and it doesn't happen over night, but the body is a work of art. whether you are tall or short or fat or thin or have broad shoulders and little hips or whatEVER, you are endlessly and infinitely beautiful.

much love

x