James Diaz writes

You Don't Have to Fall Apart to be Loved

You can just be loved

and if you do give up 

five minutes 

before the miracle happens

it's not the end but the beginning of the world

and why wouldn't that scare you

you were never taught how to swim in these waters

but imagine, another bus arrives

in the dead end of forever 

and your ticket is in your hand

and you want to go home

home home

and how 

like your mother showed you

you start from the wound

and work your way out

and yes, some but not all love 

comes from the broken bone

watering cans filled with holes 

did I mention that you can be loved

should be loved

and your ticket is in your hand

and it is quiet for once

inside you

mother's peaceful valley

without the other part of that story

how she threatened to kill you 

and your father

how she made fun of you for being raped

and how your words shrank to tiny spots 

along the deepest dark

you can be loved

I need you to know

this; you already are 

the miracle 

that you've been waiting for.