You are not your parents mistakes,
that grade on your paper,
or the pain you can't take.
You are not the promises you break,
the nights you stay up late
or the hour in which you wake.
You are not the feelings you hide,
your silent tears in the middle of the night,
or the "friends" who never stay.

You are stronger than your weakest thought,
braver than all of your doubts.
You are more beautiful than your flaws
and everything you think you're not.
You're so much more
than the girl in the mirror,
the number on the scale
and the scars on your wrist.
You're smarter than the average bear,
and you shine brighter than the stars.

What is love?
Holding me when I'm down,
I'm the only person you like to be around

but is that love?

Asking after me every day,
you want to take me away,
and you say
"I love you."
but I don't know if that's true.

and do I love you?

I want to know where this goes,
but I'm scared of those
who'll oppose and who'll say
"You're too young for love, anyway."

But you tell me "I love you"

and I'm terrified of the day
you'll say you're tired;
the day when you'll receive
a better offer
and leave.

but still, you say "I love you"

I'm guarding myself out of fear
but my walls are becoming clear
and I feel that when you see the sheer mess that is me
you'll flee.

Even though you say "I love you"
We don't quite see eye to eye;

our values and morals are awry.
But you make my eyes light up like fireflies
and the beats of my heart multiply when you're nearby
and I have no idea what love is, but this is the closest I've ever been.


and so I say " I love you too"

During the dark hours of cold night,
During the bright hours of unforgiving light,
I turn in sleep, restless and unbound to peace,
Edging away from a dream,
As Ships edge away from the safety of land into stormy seas.
And then it hits me, the mace of my memories,
The memory spike ravages, savages,
Pierces deep, deep down.
Crushes tears, and the crimson blood of my soul,
Is defiled by the salt of her tears.

Yet not today.
Today passion reigns deep in my marrow,
The f lames chastising all pain.
The heavenly fire seeps throughout each and every vein,
With each beat, my heart is once again ablaze.
It is feral and wild, the urge to create,
Which started even before the creation of time.

It rules my daily movements,
It dictates the terms.
Of my descent, of my descent into hell.
I am a mundane guy for this term I serve on earth,
A sucker for sunsets and sunrises, full moons, azure lakes, pretty beings of the fair *** and a lot many simple things.
If only anyone knew how much I love,
Cotton candy, pretty eyes, doughnuts and symmetry.

It seems for this tenure on earth,
Cupid is my fabled foe.
He sets me up for failure,
Polishes the mace of memories,
Again and again.
But it is like Krishna said.
Times of sorrow are forgotten in times of greater sorrow or joy.
I always get lost in fiery sensuous moments,  
I taste raw-things making it harder not to succumb to lustful-whims.
I relish thoughts about carnal sin, dream about intimacy between intertwined-bodies,
Yet I am composed.
I can hide those intimate thoughts,
And smile a little smile which makes me die a little on the inside.
I dare not get too close.
For it is like Dante said.
There is no greater sorrow
Than to recall a happy time
When miserable.