There is no vacancy in my heart
For another love
Because it is filled with the hope
That you and me
Will one day end up together.

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.

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.

Color me elegantly with your skillful fingertips.
Brush my cheeks with bright shades of love.
Paint my lips with the truth that lingers on your own.
Touch my skin and make me glow in your warmth.
Wrap my soul fully with a palette of colors.
You be the artist and make me your world renowned masterpiece.

You came into my life
When I had no one.

You loved me
When I was unloved.

You accepted me
When I was unaccepted.

You embraced me
And held me close to you
When I couldn’t even
Look at the reflection of myself
In the mirror.

You made me believe that
I was beautiful.

You told me that love existed,
And I trusted your words
With all my heart.

But one day,
You left me without
Saying anything.

You just left.

What did I do wrong?

Why did you have to leave me
When you knew that
Every bit of me depended
On you?

You were just like everyone else.

You poisoned me with your
Honey laced lies, and
Stripped away every ounce of
Strength I had and
As I fell weak, you crushed me
Into your feet.

“Just why?”

The question is still lingering
In my mind.

You left me and
Made my heart bleed
In silent corners,
With the cacophony
Of my
Own heart beats.

There was nothing left in me
Except a few broken memories, and
The carcass of
Faith and betrayal.

You are the stars in the
Night sky,
The little sunshine on
A cloudy day.

You are the soothing rain on a
Summer day,
The disastrous, raging
Hurricane.

You are old romantic classics
And love sonnets,
Beautiful
Yet so devastating.

You are art on street walls,
Making people look at you in awe
Before erasing and
Painting them over again.

You are candlelit dinners and
Slow waltzes in a fancy ballroom,
The late night jazz on a
Summer evening.

You’re the infinitesimal dust
And the
Cause of everything.

You’re the candle,
Illuminating the dark
But burning
Yourself down.

You are the midnight before
New year’s day,
The end and
The beginning.

You’re a multitude of paradoxes,
My love,
Devastating in
Your stupendous beauty.

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.

Don't blame yourself for
Loving too much;
It's not your fault for trying to
Grow a garden of roses in
The desert of someone's heart.

You're full of love and
They just couldn't handle you.

Your eyes hold a darkness,
Which even the darkest nights
Would be jealous of,
And it's a perfect place for the stars
In my eyes to reside.

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.

Your love
Might not shine
Like the stars
In the inky black sky
But
It definitely burns
Like the sun,
And lights up my
Whole world.

Your love
Is the kind that is
Talked about in metaphors
And written into
Poetry.

Your love
Reignited the dying embers
In my heart,
Making me glow
As bright as
The sun.

You were my stolen nights,
And sun kissed smiles.

You were my mid autumn colors,
And pale moonlight.

But now, you are just a fading memory out of my sight.