Have I ever actually _Belonged_?

What does it mean anyway?

I am different than everyone else,

I have always known that,

But this…..

This is new.

I know its no big deal

Who I love

Or who I don’t

But i bottle it up inside

Wondering if i would still _Belong_.

I know some places I _belong_

And I know i can _belong_ anywhere

That i can make my home

But _belonging_ in a physical sense

Is much different than this

I _belong_ in daydreams

And a warm cup of tea

The steam that rises off of a bath

And sighs of relief

I _belong_ in a figurative sense

In everything beautiful

And Broken

I _belong_ in the cracked mirror

And the tired eyes of hope

In the late night thoughts

And tear soaked pillows

Because i _belong_ in everything

beautiful and broken

I _belong_ in my home

With my family

Because now they know the real me

So i don’t have to hide

Or be broken inside

And i know I_belong_

I _belong_ in my body

A safe haven

Though broken and bruised

It holds the hands that write these words

And houses the brain that thinks them

I _belong_ in everything beautiful and broken

The inbetween

The everything

I _belong_ where I see fit

I _belong_ in anything

Beautiful and broken

{This officially marks my 100 day streak}