This will be alright in the end,
don't be scared to have a start.
Just remember what you're trying to fend
and always follow your heart.

Don't worry what they're gonna say
what matter to you is that you're going to be okay
and that's what I can say.
You're going to be okay.

Does he take care of you?
Does he hold you when you cry?
Does he listen to your fears
and share his own with you?
Where do you feel things?
He feels fear is his throat,
you feel it crawling up your spine
like spiders with too many legs.
What if he doesn't feel
love the same way as you?
That burning, like a shot of *****,
Like you swallowed fire.
What if you don't feel the same?

A man once told me
that hands say more than lips
and eyes cannot lie.

So I knew,
when your hand struck my face,
and your gaze hardened;
the apologies on your lips
meant nothing.

Your tears taste like vinegar;
bitter, angry, unforgiving.
Stare into the fire,
the dancing flame,
the warmth on chilled skin.
Reach out for it,
but never touch.
How did I become such a monster?
I didn't meet her until
the day she died.
I never understood:
This was living;
damaged, empty, alone,
but this was living.

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it DEFINITELY makes me believe in something...

I thought I knew what love was. 
I thought Love was late night texts and nose kisses
 and wanting to see them all the time.
 Love was face timing and presents & poems 
and thinking about them at night.
 I thought that was love.
Then I met her.
 Suddenly, love was her putting the stars in my sky,
 & her being the first thing on my mind in the morning
and looking forward to seeing her for even a jus a moment.
Love turned into memorizing the curve of her lips or her tongue through her teeth when she smiles and trying hard just to make her laugh because I loved the sound of it
and finding any excuse to touch her
Love wasn't held in any object,
 it was the way she got upset when I didn't sit by her 
Love wasnt captured in jus a song,
 it was the glint in her eyes when she smiled at me. 
Love wasnt kissing or hugging or cuddling,
 it was just feeling her warmth next to me, even when we're apart 
it was the way I looked at her when she was concentrating on something, 
it was the way I wanted to be perfect for her & her for me, even though she liked me the way I was. Love is me being tough on her to be where I know she wants to be, changing her to be a Better person for her even though I love her jus the way she is
& that’s what love was.
& this is what love is
She taught me what love was.. & She taught me what love is....

One day, you’ll be driving down the road, windows down, your favorite song blasting, at 3 in the morning 
or 
you’ll be sitting on the beach, watching the sun kiss the horizon, at 7 in the evening,
when you realize how happy you are. That everything in the world is right & you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.
You’ll wonder why you ever thought of giving up on yourself. Don’t give up on your happiness. Tough times come, but they’ll eventually go. Believe in your happiness, believe that it’ll come, even if it doesn’t seem that way... Never lose your faith & never lose sight on love