i don't want you to feel successful, i want you to feel like a success
so that if anything goes wrong you don't think of yourself any less
when the nights are longer and darker and the prizes become few
i don't need you to win first place, i just want what's best for you
so if one day you come home and tell me that everything is just too much
that the assignments are unending,
that the trauma just exacerbates such
a feeling of discontentment
a validation that goes awry
if you look at yourself in the mirror and can't help but start to cry
i'll shatter every reflection and then redraw them so you can see
this is what you look like, you're everything to me
first place, the winner, the poet, the CEO
you are who i refer to when i think of where i want my life to go
i don't need a million dollars
i need you to be okay, to keep speaking and writing
i wanna hear everything you have to say
so if one night you come back to me and say nothing went right
i would put your face in mine and say
you're still the prettiest sight
if the theatres were all empty, and the books were never sold
if the restaurants went bankrupt, if all the meals sat there cold
if nobody saw the vision, just judged the draft to be
if everyone hated your work
you'd still have one fan - me
i don't want you to be successful
i want you to be happy with who you are and then realize
you're a million times better than the version you thought was too far
so that when lake starts to mirror and the sun can't help but kiss your shine
i'll tell you the definition of perfection
and then show how you're the picture that i use for mine
and underneath it says 'successful. a brilliant person to know. we can't wait to see all the places they will go. and all the careers they will pursue that they believe the were never good enough for.'
i don't want you to be successful
because that implies you weren't successful before
you're gonna be outstanding, but if 'out' stood in front of you
it would take a seat
because it knows that there's no comparison to
if beautiful fell apart, it would be full of you
i'm repeating it over and over until you memorize it too
that you're gonna be successful
but if success never came, i would draw you to represent it
i would still draw you all the same
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 12:09 AM UTC
a girl with lots of love to give
they ask her if she's doing okay,
as they smile, laugh and live
all she can say is 'my world is gray',
a strange response she hopes they'll forgive
the mornings always start the same,
a coffee with extra cream
a bottle of pills on her bedframe,
in the mirror a lack of self esteem
it's just another day
another night approaches on a rainy day in May,
her eyes scroll through her phone alone
as messages begin to say, 'hey are you okay?'
she wishes her response would elicit more than just a groan
but all she can do is sigh and say 'my world is gray'
fireworks color the night sky while children watch in glee
but she sits alone on a soaked bench watching them play,
an isolated ball tumbles her direction from behind a tree,
each swirl of color shifting as it rolls her way
her eyes lower towards it as she hears as clear as day
'hey are you okay?'
a pair of bright eyes look up at her unknown to her their goal,
with tears in her eyes she cries and meets the child's curious gaze
her brain nervously grasps at words within her soul,
she fumbles and stumbles on syllables to try and make them whole
'keep what you hold dear close to you, for once it's gone you'll say'
'my world is mute of color and all that's left is gray.'
Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 9:31 PM UTC