How can such a mess
carry herself so beautifully?

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
      Not shaking the grass

At some point I found out
that good people still exist.
I've never had so much
space to breathe, or to
be myself in, while
having someone next to me.

At some point I learned
that there are some things
we can't control, but we can
make peace with it. Because
there are things we can have,
but can't keep.

At some point I saw
you standing there with your
arms wide open, ready to help.
You knew I needed a
helping hand, even when I
couldn't see it myself.

We seek validation and love,
very often from only one person,
one person we haven’t even met yet,
so we keep looking,
keep feeding our loneliness.

When will we learn that love,
doesn’t have to be received
from only that one person?

The moon taught me
to get up  
even when all
I was surrounded by
seemed dark