How do you feel
When you realise you were the cloud that tried to block my sun
Float away little cloud because I will break through you

Beauty is shy sometimes
It is not commanding nor demanding
No
It hides in the corner of the room

It is in your hands
Without shape
But full of many possibilities
Shape it
Live
This year is yours

Love makes us do crazy things
Like living when the world is nothing but chaos

If she carries the weight of her world and yours on her back
Do no stab her there too
Because not only will her world fall but yours will crash down all the same

It is difficult to find yourself
When the whole world tells you that you are lost
And  simultaneously shouts out directions to confuse you
I am very confused
Are you?

Her ******* you say
Are only good for suckling
For your needs
For your mouth
So you tell your friends as your laughter vibrates and shakes the room
You fail to tell them that her ******* often cradle your head when you weep
That the only vibrations in those moments are you choking on tears

Her hips you say
Are only good for holding her in place
For making her stay
Because "she's yours"
You fail to tell your friends those hips are often the only thing that hold you up
When you are shaking
And the world is spinning
That they are the only thing that steady your feet

Her hands you say
Are only good for chopping, stirring, serving
For creating anything you desire
You fail to tell them that those hands are often your only saving grace
That those hands have pulled you up when you could not find the strength to

So you forget
All the things about her that keep you alive
Instead you tell the things you believe she is only alive for