I don't have to be
your moon and stars and sun.
Just let me be the ground that carries your weight,
every move you make rearranges me.
Let me be the earth that is crushed with your heaviness,
all your steps marking over my flaws.
Please let me be honored by bearing the burden of the beauty that is you,
because in that gift I become the most beautiful me.
Copyright © L. M. K. | Year Posted 2014