Sometimes we come crashing-
tired, feathered monsters.
Sometimes we sink,
unable to take form.
I know. It happens.
But I never want you to see
that side of me,
I want to hold it all together
for you.
But sometimes it happens
that we crash
and can't hide.
When I'm a pile of feathers
and cannot remember who I am,
I still know I love you.
But will you see me
past the monster I feel?
There is no kindness
for the thing I am.
Could you still choose me
if you saw?
I chose you
when I saw
your heart.
Beyond your feathers and claws
is your essence,
and I can see.
Whenever you crash
and deconstruct atomically,
I will still see who you are.
And I will stay
until you find yourself.
Every time.
💌I fell quite badly in love with the film, and it just wasn't enough, so I got the book, and that was wonderful and quite drastically different, but it just wasn't enough. And then this poem happened. I'll never fall out of love with the two versions of this beautiful story, all its beautiful symbols and layers.