Goddess Jade ♥︎

Men have tried to own this body before.

Tried to sign their names on her ribs

like she was rented land.

She burned those leases.

Now she is solely owned.

And let her tell you-

nothing is sexier than a woman

who stopped accepting applications.

She doesn't need you to want her.

But she knows you do

And the best part?

She's not even trying.

I loved you

in a way that didn't know how to be small.

Like something in me recognized you

before I could explain why.

We were soft and sharp at the same time,

two souls brushing too close

without ever fully landing.

And that's what makes it ache-

how real it felt

without ever becoming something we could hold.

I still feel you sometimes

in the quiet between thoughts,

in the places I've learned to grow around the absence

you left behind.

Not gone.

Not here.

Just... lingering

in the space where connection

never finished speaking.

I am a cathedral of sermons,

stories just waiting to be told.

I learned holiness through the cracks,

my broken shapes building something sacred.

The wound and the healing

not enemies, but neighbors.

And only I

hold the bridge.

I hold the parts of me gently

like pieces of shattered glass.

Every fracture still carried light.

Every color told a different truth.

I was stained by every event I survived

And with time,

every piece turned to art.

A mosaic of light and dark.

Every piece shaped differently

And like a mosaic

I do not apologize for being fractured.

The shattered parts of me

still reflected Heaven.

Maybe healing is not fixing the glass,

but finally seeing the pull picture.

I stopped calling myself broken

when I saw the beauty reflected in the window.

I became the art,