She is not a preplanned list
Or a recipe of perfection.

She is not a dictionary of
Adjectives or an inventory of
The most beautiful things that designs
A flawless human being.

She is not a checklist
Of qualities that makes her
An exception.

She is raw and flawed.

She has emotions that makes
Her unique.

She is like the broken tiles
That is used to create an artwork.

She is a rain day
That forms a glorious, and
Vibrant rainbow.

She is the mud
That sustains the growth
Of gorgeous flowers.

She is a mushroom
That grows in the wilderness.

She is an old blanket
That warms my heart on a
Cold day.

She is imperfect
But that is what makes her whole and
That is what makes her, her.

And I love her
Twice as much for it.

You drained me of my identity and
Injected self doubt into my veins
Left me questioning my own sanity
Walking around aimlessly
At war with my own body every day
Trying to scrub your heavy words off my skin
My mental state has been shaken to its core
I don´t know who I am anymore.

You are beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are fat or thin,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are tall or short,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are dark or light,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you have scars or birthmarks,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are an introvert or extrovert,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are gay, lesbian, bisexual or trans,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you suffer from
Mental disorders,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you wear glasses or not,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are rich or poor,
You're still beautiful.

You may have flaws,
But that's what makes you whole.

And to me,
You'll always be beautiful.

Sometimes,
I envy the ocean and the moon;
The way they affect
Each other even when
A few thousand miles apart.

Why can't we be like that?

The moon has scars too,
But look at how it shines
Even in the darkest of times.

They call her
Weak,
Vulnerable,
Useless.
"You are a woman after all,"
They said.
But she's more than what
They think she is.
She's an ocean of
Strength,
Courage,
Beauty.
She holds the power
Behind her cerulean eyes
To sustain life and
Drown it too.

Yesterday is gone,
Tomorrow may not come,
Whatever life we have
In between that;
Let's take it and weave
Each moment we spend together
Into beautiful memories,
Breathing love and stardust
Like our fairytale was
Meant to be.

Sometimes
A simple smile can end up
Making someone
Happy.

A mere compliment
Can give someone a positive
Influx of energy
And brighten up their day.

Sometimes
A little appreciation
Is all that's needed to make
Someone's life worth
Living.

Sometimes
Something as simple as
Watching the butterflies unfold
Their wings against the
Skin of someone's finger
Can bring a smile to
Their face.

Or the tiny fingers of a toddler
Trying to intertwine
With theirs is enough to
Melt their heart.

These joys may seem
Inane in the grander scheme
Of things, but therein
Lies their truest happiness.

That's just how life works.

I'm waiting for that day
When I will look
At the stars in your eyes instead
Of the stars in the skies.

You are someone's universe
Or galaxy or the brightest star in
Their night sky.

You are precious, my love.

You are needed,
More than you could ever think.

You are in their thoughts,
Memories of you linger in their minds
Like the fresh fragrance
Of roses.

They think about you
Every day;
Each passing second and minute.

You are deeply loved, and
Your life matters.

You are not to be blamed,
My love.

Life gets difficult sometimes, things
Do not go as planned,
Rejections and failures happen
But that doesn't mean
Life isn't beautiful or you have to
Give up.

Your day is just not here yet,
My love.

So don't give up, and
Don't taint your arms with strokes
Of crimson red.

You are an incredible person.

You are braver than any soldier
To walk on this planet.

Your battle scars
Are what makes you beautiful;
Wear them like a medallion
And be proud of them.

Because battle scars will heal,
Death doesn't.

You didn't just leave me,
You ripped the colors from my world,
And left me in nothing but
Darkness.

I call them the
Shades of self destruction.

I'll turn the sound of my
Heart breaking into music,
The dripping ink and
Crumpled papers into art.
I'll become a
Beautiful mess, one you wish
You hadn't left.

They may poison her
With their bitter words,
Taint her with
Their twisted lies
And hurt her
With
Their vicious deeds.
But she will not
Let the pain consume her
And
Change her to be
Ruthless like them,
She will show them that
She is better
And
Will always be better
Than them.
For her heart is purer
Than theirs will
Ever be.

The sun rises yet again
Reminding me of the start
Of another day I have to spend
Without your sweet smiles
And warm embraces.

She was lost
And she didn't know what she felt
Anymore, she was happy
One minute and sad the next.

She would never tell
Anyone how she felt, she
Kept everything to herself because she
Didn't want to trouble others.

She stopped looking
At the mirror because their words
"Ugly" and "fat" among others would
Ring in her ears.

She had lost so much
And gained so little. She felt
That she wasn't enough for the others
As well for herself.

She would laugh
And she would smile but
Deep down she knew the laughter
Was empty and those smiles
Were a lie.

She started tainting
Her wrists with lines of crimson red,
Hoping that it would relieve
Her of her mental pain.

She wanted to escape
Their vicious remarks and their
Constant attacks, she wanted all the
Pain to be gone.

She deserved to live
Just as much as you and I do,
But the hate and cruelty around her
Suffocated her to death.

We both tried our best
To be together.

But darling,
I can't hold the moon in my hands
And you can't
Walk on the sun.

Just wanted to tell you, whoever is reading this;
You are beautiful,
On the inside and out.
You are amazing,
Just the way you are.
And you deserve to be loved,
And adored.

Her scars
Are not ugly.
They are beautiful,
They speak of her pain,
The battles
She valiantly fought
With herself,
Her insecurites,
Her fears,
Each of them
Tell a different story,
And they stand
Testament to the fact
That she survived
All the ordeals
She has ever
Faced.

She was scared,
She felt loneliness in
The darkest corners
Of her heart,
She was unsure
About her capabilities,
She only saw
Her flaws,
And very rarely the
Beauty in her
But
She understood
That the cure
For her fears,
Her doubts
And
Her Loneliness
Was nothing but
Self love.

I miss those times
When you'd kiss me
With the sunshine on your lips,
Making me burst into
A sea of flowers.

Now I'm just a barren land.

Sleepless nights,
Silent cries, empty heart,
Swollen eyes and words laced
With eternal pain are the
Price I paid for
Loving you.

If tears could write poems,
Then the longest and most heartfelt
Poem I'd ever written was
On the day you left me.

The monsters under my bed
Are afraid of the
Demons running riots in my soul.

Trials and tribulations
Struck her down
With
No remorse,
Fear engulfed her,
And
Pushed her into the dark
Where she crawled
Into a cocoon
Of isolation
But
The time will come
And
She will emerge out
Of her chrysalis
With hope
And
Eternal grace,
Unfolding
Her wings of freedom
Like a butterfly.

She will shed her skin
Like a snake
When the time is right
For her to grow,
Only this time
She will not feel
Afraid
And
Ashamed
When you condemn her
For changing.
She will not be
Apologetic
For
Growing
And
Evolving
Into a better version
Of herself.

She was broken,
Pieces of
Her splintered heart
Floated around
As she fell to the ground
Sobbing.
But she did not
Give up,
She rose again
And
Gathered her
Shattered pieces,
Putting them
Back together
Bit by bit.
She was not broken
Anymore,
She was art;
A beautiful mosaic.

You handed over
Pieces of your heart to
Strangers who disappeared
Like rain clouds
But don't worry darling,
The moon doesn't
Have to be full
To be considered beautiful.

Everyone has that one song
That's close to their hearts; that
Makes them laugh, cry
And brings back a wave of sweet,
Beautiful memories.
To me,
That song is your laughter.

You caressed
My cheeks with
Your sunshine laced
Fingertips,
Making
Periwinkle and carnelian
Sprout out of the
Pages of my heart.

I would say that you are my universe,
My galaxies or stars in
My night sky.

But they are common analogies
Used these days by poets
Limited by a collective imagination
Or lack thereof.

You are not space, my love,
You are not a void or empty space
With glimpses of light.

You are not a vast black mass
With spots of white,
You are indeed a spectrum of colors,
My love.

You are a compressed amalgamation
Of beauty and flaws
Contained in a singular entity.

You are not the unfathomable,
And you are not
The ethereal, my love.

You can be reached and
You can be sensed in your entirety.

You are not the vacuum, my love.

You are you.

You are an incredible creation; you are a human being.

I like writing
Your name on the steam of my
Bathroom mirror, it isn't much but
It makes me feel like you're
Here with me but then
The writing fades and melts away
Just like the love
You had for me did.

Don't give out your heart
To people who
Just want to rent it,
Your heart is an abode
And it doesn't need
Love in bits and pieces
Because there will come a time
When the right person
Will walk into your life and
You will be loved
With their entirety.

She was not born
This way,
The road she traveled
Made her like this.
The more treachery,
Prejudice,
Discrimination,
And
Brutality
She endured,
The more she learnt
About herself.
She found her
True self
In the most
Unlikely of places.

She might be
Damaged,
Heart broken,
Scarred
And
In immense pain
But even in
Her most vulnerable state
She is beautiful
And what's most beautiful
About her is
Her strength
Her tenacity,
Her resilience
And
Her courage
Which is as vast as the ocean
As she picks herself up
From the ashes,
From the wreckage of her life,
To build herself
Once again
Against all the odds
And
Obstacles
Put against her.

There are times
When I wished for you
To not exist,
Because you'll make me weak
And break me until
It becomes unbearable,
And then you'll just smile at me,
And like a fool
I'll fall in love with you
All over again.

I sit alone in silence,
In the corner of my empty room
Looking up at the moon
Through the clear window.
I don't see the moon,
I see you instead.

Your memory's crawling its way
Back into my mind.

I can't help but wonder
If you're glancing at the moon too,
And thinking about me
Just the way I'm thinking about you.

This silence is painful
And I feel like it's killing me alive.

All I hear is my heart
Dumming in my chest, wishing
And yearning to see you
For one last time.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that your heart aches
To be with me again.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that your fingers miss
Being entwined with mine.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that you miss my head
Against your naked chest.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that you miss my
Lipstick stains on your cheeks.

Longing for you,
My love, to tell me that you
Walk alone in the streets we used to
Roam together,
Trying to relive our memories.

Tell me, my love
That you wait at the french cafe,
With two coffee cups,
Your eyes fixated on the door
Waiting and hoping that
I'd walk in.

Tell me that you
Miss my tainted lips on yours.

Tell me that you
Miss my random musings, tell me
That every love bird in your garden
Still sing my name.

Tell me that the
Fragrance of my love still
Lingers in your mind.

Tell me, my love,
That I'm your favorite sweet pain,
You're favorite mistake.

While I sit here
Using the ink from my veins
To write poetry for you,
You are out there
Composing melodies for
Someone else.

Just because she
Looks
Soft and delicate
Doesn't mean
She's weak,
Remember it's
Always the
Silk-like wing of
A butterfly
That breaks out of
A hard cocoon.

You walked through my ruins,
Admiring the wreckage
Spilling out of my bones, and
Called it beauty.

That was enough for me to
Fall in love with you.

She might be in pain,
Her skin might be scarred,
Tears might roll out from
The corners of her eyes,
And she might fall
But
She will not give up,
She will not give into
Your assaults,
She will rise again
To see another day,
With light in her eyes and
Roses blooming out
Of her scars.

One day, I hope
That I'll meet someone;

Someone who will not only
Listen to my spoken words but also
My unspoken silence.

Someone who will not just
Touch my skin but also my heart.

Someone who will
Give me a reason to be happy and
Not just use me
For their happiness.

Someone who will
Read my eyes and write poetry
About my smiles.

Someone who will
Make me the center of their
Universe.

And the day I find that someone,
Everything will make sense.

Show me the
Broken and cracked parts
Of your soul and
I'll show you how it still
Shines like polished gold.

Just remember that
There is someone out there
Waiting to meet you,
Waiting to fall in love with you,
Waiting to listen to
Your stories and heal
Your scars.

So don't waste your time
Feeling unwanted and cry over
Someone who fails to
Realize your worth.

Just because someone
Left you stranded and in a pool
Of misery doesn't mean
You'll not feel love once more.

Love will find its way
To you again,
One way or another.

Today or tomorrow.

They kicked her
To the ground, and
Buried her
Along with her
Dreams and aspirations
But
Just like seeds
Sprouting
From beneath the soil,
She grew once again
And
Proved to the world
That she is
Unstoppable.

Loving you was the most beautiful
Thing I've ever done,
But it also gave me the most heart
Crushing pain.

Knowing that you will never
Love me back, and
Knowing that you will love someone
Else and get kissed by them
Is like being granted
An immortal life when all you
Want to do is die.

You were a masterpiece
Lost in a world filled with people
Who failed to understand what
Art actually meant.

She isn't April's rain,
She isn't the silver moon,
She's a flower
That bloomed out of rocks,
She's the stirring inside
The poets
Trying to sleep,
She's the sunset
Van Gogh
Couldn't paint.

She loved her
With everything she had and her;
She drowned her
With the crushing weight of
Nothingness.

Your russet eyes
Control
The waves in my heart
Just the way
The moon controls
The tidal waves.

She will fall
Like the leaves do in Autumn
And society will
Strip her, leaving her
Naked and shivering from
The winds of Winter
But she will not wither,
She will sprout again
Like the crops do in Spring
And in Summer,
She will find the strength
To grow again.