I hope that someday you realize your good enough.
That you’ll finally find a person to love you unconditionally,
To make all the others disappear and be gone into nothingness.

That he’ll be the one to comfort you and buy you pizza and a smoothie on the bad days.
That he’ll care when your upset and be there for you when your down.
To stick by your side through the bad times so the good times are a breeze.

i hope that someday you realize your worth.
That all this time you were better than the person you made yourself out to be.
That you realize you deserve the constant attention and midnight laughs.
You deserve to finally believe him when he tells you, you’re beautiful because they rest never  cared to prove it to you.

I hope that someday you feel loved.
And that you stop pasting a smile on your face and calling what you have love
That you don't have to lie to people when you argue that he cares about you.
That you feel loved by someone you can see yourself spending the rest of your life with.

I hope that you find a man one day that will look at you with glaring eyes.
Hopelessly, insanely in love with you enough where he cant take his eyes off you.
That he shows you off and flaunts you around because he feels so lucky.
I wish for you a gushey gewy disgusting love that people roll their eyes over.

I hope you finally love yourself enough to allow him to love you
That he only boosts  your confidence.
That he makes you feel like the absolute best version of you.
I hope he motivates you to get things done
that he is the best thing for you.

I hope you can let him in
Allow him to love you.
So you can witness all the beautiful in love.

I always thought it was brave of Wendy,  to love a boy who refused to grow. To get caught up in his wonderlust, to fly and mock the crow.

She let him sweep her off her feet, with dust that shined so bright. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and they fled into the night.

Love is a curse in Neverland, unbroken by gypsy magic of old. Peter has a reputation though, tales among the campfire told.

The crocodile turned its clock back, to synchronize with Wendy's furious cries. The lost boys lined up with tissues, to sob their last goodbyes.

Maybe Wendy fell apart when she returned home, emotion finally giving to tears. Only in dreams will she remember him now, as her Neverland disappears.

I think when someone leaves
we want to paint them
as the bad guy.

You're so focused
on what they did

Until you look at
all you did.

You make them feel,
like their not good enough
for you.

So guilt fills their lungs
whenever you say your sad.

You get so caught up in them.
They handle your bad moods.

You'll never think they'll leave
Until they do.

Then you realize,
that you had a big part
in it too.