We are all a little lost,
                  a little tired,
                  and a little lonely,

                  You are not alone.

my core is a well
of deep emotions
and i struggle to string
a raft made of words
to stay afloat.

Your skin is not made of steel.
Your ribs are not thorn cages.
Your heart is not made of glass.
Let your skin feel.
Let your heart break.
You are not designed to crumble.
You were made to survive.

The fact is,
flowers can thrive in the cold,
in the dessert,
in water or mud,
and even through concrete.

And you can survive through more.

your happiness
was not
mine to give
and yet
i wanted to
serve it to you
in gold platter.