she was not fragile like a snowflake.
she was fragile like a bomb.
and i didn't know which was scarier-
                                                        ­  her explosion or her calm.

Embrace your flaws.
Whatever they may be.
The scars,
the marks,
the signs of all the pain.
The crooked smile,
The hair.
All of them,
because they are beautiful.
You are beautiful.

I’m sorry.
It is me.
But it’s not.
It’s paranoia.
It’s fear.
But it’s mine.

I’m scared I’m doing too much.
Too little.
Trying too hard.
Not enough.
Not giving you space.
Giving too much.

So I’ll stop.
I’ll let you decide.
Maybe I won’t be paranoid.
I probably will.
But if you don’t want me around
I can disappear.

Rip out your heart
Wear it on your sleeve
The past in in the past
Where it is meant to be

No regrets
Left in your mind
Everything happens for a reason
In what some say, due time..