I could write about your eyes,
your smile, your laugh,
your voice, your face,
your scent, etc., etc..
I could go on for days and days,
about your nose, your hands,
your hair, your chest.
Metaphor after metaphor
I could create
a thousand words about the way
you move, you kiss, you hold my hand...
I could.
I could.
I won't.
I'll write instead
about your brain,
about the way you make me feel,
the way you talk about the stuff you like,
the way you think,
or I could just reduce it
to those simple words
dopamine
serotonin
oxytocin

In general,
you leave me out of breath.

listen to chopin and mahler
eat instant noodles
stitch your feelings away on an old pair of jeans
wear sunglasses
appreciate the fact that people like donatella versace have spent their lives creating clothes for people like me and you
rewatch the tigger movie
bake a whole cake and eat it yourself or go on the street and feed strangers
tell the ******* the bus purple definitely is her color
change your hairstyle
draw or scratch your anger away
call a distant friend
ask your little sister what her day was like
walk around your neighbourhood at 12 am and make up stories about what people are doing
embrace chocolate as your lord and savior
remind yourself you no longer look like you did in 6th grade
be grateful you have what you have and be grateful you don't have it as bad as some do
remember that every time you thought you couldn't go on, you did
understand that you don't need anybody to approve you
never forget that you have about 25 billion white blood cells in your body who are protecting you with their lives
be happy for that couple you saw in the park
pet any animal you see, animals are breathing antidepresants
get more sleep
don't say "it could be worse", this brings bad luck; but be glad it's not, after all

you are your worst enemy and your best friend. nobody can hate you as much as you can hate yourself, and nobody can love you as much as you can love yourself. do whatever you want with this information.
2. don't hate yourself because you started smoking for a stupid reason. the world's brightest minds come to you to ask you for a light when you share a sin.
3. don't put scars where he touched you, no matter how rough his hands were and how fragile your skin.
4. you do not deserve the pain the world has ****** upon you, but neither does anyone, darling. bear your pain with pride, that's the only way to win.
5. go to as many concerts as you can, and take pictures. trust me, you won't see the band in the blurred image, but you will see yourself shouting at the top of your lungs and being alive, and this is a feeling you really ought to remember.
6. don't forget to take a break every other day. you're going through some tough ****. chill.
7. if a little kid asks you to play with it, try to do so. they all are eager to grow up, and when they do and regret it like hell, they'll have it easier if they remember a grown-up being a child with them. it'll remind them they still are kids. it'll remind you.
8. cooking is a great thing to do. make a pie when he's not calling and eat your feelings away. then make a pizza when you've had enough of him. then make some more cake cause you're awesome and you deserve it. a kitchen is a sacred place and what you do there is magic. do it more often.
9. if you don't like doing something, don't do it - or at least do it in a more comfortable way. i'm not saying drop out of school, but hey, why not? you live your life, and you at least have the right to make the mistakes that you want to make.
10. if you really wanted to kiss her, you would. think about that.
11. and if you really loved her, her saying no would mean no.
12. sun is the answer to most problems. go to the beach. get some tan. eat icecream. dive. there's a huge chance you'll feel better.
13. you are not a mistake, and you are not the worst person in your family, your school, or the world. you are a miracle. now shut up about failing in physics, not all of us are meant for physics. life goes on, no matter how you do at school, who you shouldn't have dated or how your hair looked back in sixth grade. seriously.
14. be quiet when you pass by graveyards.
15. tequila is not your friend. orange juice is. pour ***** in it if you wish, but trust me, you don't want that hangover.
16. do whatever makes you feel precious, and do it often enough to finally understand you just are.
17. remember that you won't lose your value as long as you believe you haven't.

I was lost at sea.
You crushed against me like a wave.
You left me breathless.
Revived me with your lips.
You got me on your ship
and taught me how to sail,
my captain.

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’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,
That nearer, every Day,
Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel
Until the Agony

Toyed coolly with the final inch
Of your delirious Hem—
And you dropt, lost,
When something broke—
And let you from a Dream—

As if a Goblin with a Gauge—
Kept measuring the Hours—
Until you felt your Second
Weigh, helpless, in his Paws—

And not a Sinew—stirred—could help,
And sense was setting numb—
When God—remembered—and the Fiend
Let go, then, Overcome—

As if your Sentence stood—pronounced—
And you were frozen led
From Dungeon’s luxury of Doubt
To Gibbets, and the Dead—

And when the Film had stitched your eyes
A Creature gasped “Reprieve”!
Which Anguish was the utterest—then—
To perish, or to live?

Writhing on the ground,
Battling for every breath;
She cried for the end:
But in vain, it wasn't yet time for death.

She sat outside in the blackness,
Begging for some flame;
Scared of the dark, she screamed:
But in vain, no comfort ever came.

She felt her fingers tremble in the cold,
And pleaded for some heat;
She gasped, as frost froze her to ice:
But in vain, her heart just ceased to beat.

She came here alone,
And that's how she left;
She cried for someone to save her:
But in vain, she lost her innocence to theft.

She never knew of hatred,
Still, in ignorance, it's what she felt;
She never knew of forgiveness,
But with the relief of death, all her fury began to melt.

She felt her end approaching,
Before it came at the break of dawn;
She stretched towards the rising sun,
And without another sound, she was gone.