i want you to know that when you leave me

my lips will still be soft

and my skin will still be scarred

i will still flinch when someone tries to touch me

i want you to know that my legs will still shake when i stand

and my hands will still be calloused

i will still be made up of broken pieces haphazardly glued together

my edges will still be rough

my blood will still turn to rain when i'm sad

i want you to know that i am anchored to the ground

and you can't take any part of me with you when you go

i worked hard on learning to love myself

and i just wanted you to know

that when you leave me

i'll still be here

the lights will still be on at 3 a.m.

and the only things that will have changed are the lock on the door

and the name on my tongue