Life is not about the sad and the hopeless.
Life is not about death and loss,
because if life was about all the bad things,
If life was black and white,
life wouldn't be worth living.

Life is about laughing,
so hard your stomach hurts
It's about a baby,
laughing for the very first time.
And their laugh,
makes it feel as though there is no bad in the world.

Life is not black and white.
Life is bursting with color.
There is more good in the world than there is evil,
and people seem to forget.
They focus on the bad.
They only see the cruel people of this world.
Happiness is not a luxury.
It's not a privilege,
it's a right.
Everyone has a right to be happy,
every single person.

i don't know,
how to write you in a way,
that makes you as safe as my childhood home.
i can cover you in a blanket of verbs,
i can shroud you in adjectives until it hurts,
i can fill you with nouns until you feel chained to the ground.
it seems as if there isn't even one thing i'm incapable of doing,
and then you ask me to paint you pretty.
with what, darling?
i made your eyes out of all the monstrous things i've seen,
and your legs from the darkest places i've been.
i crafted your bones out of the metal that used to cling to my teeth,
and your blood from the multicolored ink that helped me write all my gut-wrenching things.
i gave you a heart from the graveyard down the street,
and your eyes from the streetlights where we used to meet.
i formed your feelings from the jar of fireflies atop my dresser,
and your lips from the secrets i held with my english professor.
aren't you pretty?
because you look beautiful to me.
*(even if i shaped you from all my worst qualities)