This is for you:

-the girl who is so ashamed because of her acne,
-the girl who cries in front of her mirror because she doesn’t
look like Picasso’s muse,
-the girl who forgot how to smile because of her problems,
-the girl who cries her eyes out every night because of him,
-the girl who is so terrified to attach because of her past relationship,
-the girl who is different from the others,
-the girl who wants to save every soul she meets, except hers,
-the girl whose heart, blood and soul runs wild,

-you are so much more than the sprinkles from your skin.
-you're not Picasso’s muse, but you definitely are God’s muse.
-don’t waste your life being so stressed, just enjoy the journey.
-you need to be strong.Cry your heart out, but stop,your tears are too worthy , make them rare, for the real ones.
-try to love yourself first, then someone else.
-your future is not defined by your past.
-you need to save yourself first.
-run with them, darling, and never look back.

This is for you, girls.
You, no matter what, are good enough.
You are lovable.
You are strong.
You are independent.
You are different.
You are rare.
You are you, and that is your power, learn how to use it.

Are you okay?
Are you alright, are you fine, are you good?
Are you adequate, are you decent?
Are you emotionally stable, sleeping without crying, smiling because you want to?
Are you breathing without questioning, are you waking up without trying, are you eating without throwing up?
Are you reading this poem right now and thinking no?
Are you thinking for the first time, will I ever be okay?

You will be okay.
You will be alright, you will be fine, you will be good.
You will be adequate, you will be decent.
You will be emotionally stable, you will sleep without crying, and smile for the happiness blooming inside of you.
You will breathe without questioning, you will wake up to a new day, you will eat easily
You
are going to be okay.
So please smile sunshine
It’s a fine new day
To be okay :)

- a.g.

butterflies on every inch of my body
making sparks fly
holding the whole world in his hands
"I love you" with every touch
so gentle but rough at the same time
sweet kisses placed
on my lips
my neck
my chest
down my stomach
and finally
letting go

Be there in the moment
as she gives you the look,
that you'll remember forever
as when love overtook,
the time you first held my hand
or first kissed my lips,
to the time we will first disagree
but I'll still love you to bits.

The time I don't have to tell hundreds
on what we have just done
because I wanna share this moment
with just one.

The time I'll sell my TV
to buy a ring
for the girl of my dreams
who is now the real thing.
When we start a family
and the moment when
we first hold a child
and get to fall in love again,
and the times we stay up
at night and all we want is rest.

The time we wipe away the tears
as our baby flees the nest,
the time our baby returns
for a boy for us to hold,
the time he calls me granddad
and makes us feel real old.
The time we take in
what all we have made
just by giving each other attention
and for my feelings, I finally gave up a confession.

The time I'll hold you hand,
and sit down beside your bed,
tell you that I love you
and lay a kiss on your head,
whisper to each other quietly
as our hearts give one final beat
that you were lucky that you were stopped
by that lost boy in that seat.

It was dark.
I was alone
my flame was put out
by my tears of heartbreak
and loneliness
and the wounds
that won't heal.

I was afraid.
I was afraid to open up
to people
for I made
too many mistakes
because I fell
in love.

Countless times
I fell to the ground
no one there
to pick me up
or help me heal.
No one there
to dry my tears
or whisper kind words
to my aching soul.

Desperate.
For love
searching
and looking
and all the wrong places.
Getting used
and lied to
over and
over again.

A single speck
of light
came into my life
unexpected
and serene.
Closer and closer
the speck became
another flame as dim as mine.

We stared
face to face
talking without sound
but understanding everything.
We stood far
but were as close
as the next breath.

He reached out
with his hand
and ever so gently
lifting my off my feet
and letting me soar.

He lit my flame again
with just a small spark.