You Inspired Me

For that, you were worth every inch of love I had to give

You were worth the fall, the bruised knees.

For that, I kissed the weapon that was your warm mouth with a soft tongue and I endured.

I waited.

—Seeds Planted in Concrete, Poetry by Bianca Sparacino

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