A time spent, a time well spent.
Woven in prejudices, yet staying on the right path
That’s what I admire most about you
Apart from that giggle that reaches extreme heights
Or the hugs which reach great lows for me
Or the unending conference calls
Or the cross multiplication
There is something more to you, you are more
You are beautiful
Maturity isn’t common
It hadn’t spread across your heart till a few months back
But,I’m glad it finally did.

There is a sense of morose looming over everyone these days
except you
You,love, spread the love
you’re the beacon of hope that most are devoid of
You've been crafted into an enticing sculpture
This is an individual piece of writing for you
It can be for anyone
It can be read for anyone
It can be interpreted by anyone
But it talks of you
It talks of you like the birds that chirp about a particular song but the humans fail to understand it
It talks of you like the giggles shared with everyone yet, thinking of only one person
You,it talks just about you.
I love you
I love you like the sun loves its fellow stars
like the plants that love the dew drops dressing their naked body in the morning
like the colour golden loves the colour pink
I hope for a life with you
A life of disappointments
of cracks and shackles
of bridges and of flowers
of fast currents and stillness
I just hope we always have a life, together.
Today I feel like telling this to everyone :
Let’s ***** up
Let’s let go of things and rejoice
Let’s be happy about everything
Let’s knit our friendship with everyone
Let’s not worry for just a minute?
let’s be you

This piece of writing can be for anyone
But it talks of you,who you are
who you will be
who you were
and how beautiful you always are,were,will be.

A beautiful lady sat on a rock
amid the vast ocean,
which smelled strongly of clarity.

The wind didn't seem to bother her,
neither did the water which seemed to ***** onto her tail,
she was at peace.

However, the human world looked like a mess from where she sat
but then she saw,
A child; rather carefree,
playing with tiny *****
no worries of getting hurt
no worries of bleeding.
To the child it was just an adventure.

The maiden thought long and hard
maybe the mess isn't present
maybe we tend to imagine it like a mirage.

Just so we feel real,
just so we aren't invisible,
just so people talk to us.

Just so we become a carcass for the vultures to feed on.

Watching people perform
Their poetry
Is my favorite thing
Your sharp inhale
Breathing the words
Exhaling art
Your hands
Fly around the room
Grabbing thoughts
And pulling them together
Your body moves
To the rhythm you speak
You look like
You feel at peace
You look so at home
Even though your hands shake
Your voice quivers
I love watching you read
I love hearing your voice
It's smooth like honey
Addictive like nicotine
My favorite thing
Is seeing
Hearing
People perform their poetry

Have you ever walked into a room filled with people
and found a bit of you in every soul?
Have you ever observed how their bodies sway
and how each twist and turn has your essence?
Have you ever come to the realization that you aren't
unique?
Have you ever, ever wet your pillow after that realization?
Then,
*let's burn away,together

I wrote this for you because there were times I wish someone had written this for me-

Stop hating your reflection, stop hating the girl that is in your mirror. She is you, and you must love your fingertips to your eyelashes, your toes to your stomach all the way down to the edges of your soul and the depths of your heart.

Stop letting him be your world. Have you ever looked at a map? Have you even seen where the rivers go? Have you ever realized that you can get in the car and go? Don't tell me no, because it's true. Instead of following the rivers you let him create them and they flow down your face. Stop swimming in your tears, don't drown in his consuming love. Swim far away and resurface. Breathe in and out. Get out of the water and dry your tear soaked face off, and don't swim until you're ready again.

Stop letting your insecurities shape your mind. They're like needles injected into your body, leaving injuries and drops of blood while extracting your strength to put those thoughts to sleep. You have to learn to form your pretty little fingers into fists and start fighting off those nagging voices in your head that say you aren't good enough. Throw a punch, take a hit, get back up, wipe the sweat off your forehead and do it again. Battle until you come out bruised but on top, exhausted but a winner.

Stop letting him be your measure of worth. His attention and love will never, in your lifetime, fill the void where your own self love should be. He, nor any one guy, will ever fill your heart the way your own self love could. I promise you that loving yourself is so much more rewarding than someone else loving you. I promise I promise I promise.

Stop making excuses. Are you really happy or is that what you project? Is your smile real? Does he make you genuinely smile anymore? Are you falling asleep in his arms feeling alone? Are you?

Stop reading these words and start doing. I wrote this for you because I know he never would.