I apologize for the disconcerting presence my words sometimes invoke.
My writing is but an involuntary reaction towards inspiration.
It truly speaks wonders that you are able to affect me.
Your ability to reach deep inside with your poetry is hypnotic.
And the fact that you can capture me despite everything chaotic,
Makes your words miraculous.
I am lucky that you feel safe enough to uncensor your thoughts around me.
It is quite an enlightening feeling to be on the same plane of thought.

You are talented.
That’s something you should never doubt.
I can list the ways your talent shows
To at least a stranger’s eyes:
Your actions,
The way you react towards the world.
Your words,
The way you speak with such eloquence and passion.
Your written words,
The way they spill across paper in perfect unison.
Your smile,
The way your mouth cracks slightly before it shines through.
Your grace,
The way the dancer in you seemingly floats.
Your music,
The way it is an art form that can still grow.
Your beliefs,
The way you stand by them with such conviction.
Your outer appearance,
The way that red dress falls beautifully across your shoulders.
You inner appearance,
The way heart is full and giving, but requires some convincing
before it will leave it’s rib cage home.
You are talented.
That’s something you should never doubt.
I am not the only one who sees it.
So don’t believe that it’s worth it to quit.

Slender fingers slide with a passion years had temporarily forgotten.
As they grow ******, they recall the wars they fought in.
Calluses of past battles:
The “Iron Man” they stood beside.
The “Smoke on the Water.”
How it all seemed like a “Rainbow in the Dark.”
Have faded.
Strings have grown dusty and settled.
But this will last no more.

Set this paper down and hold your hands out.
These fingers are cold.
They require the warmth of friction.
And they yearn for the dopamine filled embrace of inspiration.
Let these words be your temporary crutch.
When each letter entwines between your fingers,
Don’t fear it.
That feeling spreading through your chest right now,
Don’t lose it.
It may be something you’ve suppressed somehow,
But your rosy cheeks speak loudly.
Now,
Let the words speak to you and respond with your melodies.
Each word becomes a note,
Each note a riff,
Each riff a song,
Each song another
Way for you to shine like the galaxy you really are.
You will not burn out on my watch.
Rather I will watch as you burn ever brighter.

Your eyes shimmer like night skies
Studded with lies.
The star specks of truth sparkle brilliantly to the naked eye.
This is wherein they lie.
Close enough to take in and feel their light embrace,
Yet years away fading into the abyss.
The space in-between grows in sight
But retains the ability to fold universes with dense might.
Your eyes begin to collapse.
Black holes,
Draining me of everything I am.
But, the truth is,
You’ve been looking into the past and
We’re so far apart now that I already burned out.