themixedwitch:

god tells me I am flawed,

and so does the devil.

god tells me I need him to be whole–

I need to be fixed, saved, mended.

the devil tells me,

“Embrace your flaws.

Do not push yourself into dark corners.

Do not hide who you are.”

god tells me to smile wide,

even when I am dying.

god says be sweet like sugar, scrub at your skin til it’s white.

the devil tells me to see myself,

to know myself,

to acknowledge all my parts.

“Not just the ones you’re proud of,

not just the bright and shiny things,

not just the pretty thoughts.”

When I greet him at midnight and offer up my faults on a silver platter, he tells me

“These are not mine to take.

You must own all of you,

you must love yourself to the core.”