You have been created
a million different times,
in the memories
of stolen glances
and one time eye contact.
You are survived by the many times
you invented yourself
as the person with the loud laugh
or soft touch.
You multiply in people's minds
as someone that can't be controlled,
there are so many versions of yourself
that have been growing
since you dug yourself a hole
and sat down in the soil.
You are a universe,
filling up with constellations
and exploding stars
that only understand how to be destructive.
You are mistakes,
bullet wounds that only look like scars
because you stitched yourself back up
in the name of love,
you are a survivor.
You have been created
a million different times,
and each time has been beautiful.
