I’ve wanted pretty, soft, hands for as long as I can remember;
thin fingers,
long nails.
The kind that pair well with coffee mugs and bookstores.
The kind you don’t hesitate to kiss;
but mine are riddled with anxiety.
There are scars on my knuckles from walls  that didn’t deserve my anger
and I can’t seem to stop biting at my fingernails.
I will never be the pretty girl with soft hands and thin fingers.
I am the strong girl
who scales mountainsides
and presses my hips into the walls I once used to punish myself.
My hands haven’t been the same since I covered them in chalk and started gripping onto what has become a lifeline for me.
So,
       no,
I will never be the pretty girl with soft hands and thin fingers.
I will be the strong one.

If I’m being honest,
I haven’t felt beautiful in a really long time;
but there are moments when the light catches my eyes and I can’t help but admire them.
I hold onto those moments so that whenever I feel broken
or beaten down
or can’t find anything kind to say about myself
I can remember that there was a time when I did feel beautiful, even if it was just for a fleeting moment.
A little piece of hope that maybe I can feel that way again.

Give me your sunsets
                                         my love
and I will paint every one of them.
Bring me your faith
and I will  m o v e  
                                     t             /\
             /\                n    a.      /    \
           /    \           u           i  /        \
         /        \     o                  n          \        
       /              m                         s        \
                                                      for you.
Share with me your darkness;
and I will leave the lights on.
Tell me about your dreams
and I will grant your every wish.
Bring me your sorrow,
                                        your pain,
and I will hold your hand through it.

Share with me your forever,
and I will promise to love you
even
longer.

Yellow wasn’t always my favourite colour, but I once read that Vangogh swallowed yellow paint in an effort to know happiness;
      so I chose to be that for people.
You could chew me up and spit me back out and I’d still shine for you.

But when the skies are overcast,
and the clouds weep;
and you hear the thunder roll in,
I’ll be the yellow paint you swallow.
Only this time, the happiness stays,
and you don’t have to cut your ear off
in order to win my heart.

I may be my own yellow now, but I’ll be the colour of sunshine for you too.

Too much has been happening
It’s just one thing after another
But there’s always tomorrow,
                                                     yeah.
I can try again tomorrow.

-     I have been writing my vows
Ever since the moment I heard your
             Sunshine-laughter.  -

You are still in love with her.
I see it in your eyes when you reminisce.
About old times,
About good times.

So go back,
If you love her;
There is still time.

Hurt means nothing as long as your heart still beats for her.

If not me,
Let it be her.

I beg you,
I cannot take it.

You are worth more than
An empty night of half-hearted
I love you’s.

Refuse to let them love
only the idea of you.

Stop breaking your own heart
You are worth more than that.

on the days i do not love myself,
you love me for the both of us.

i’m sorry i didn’t kiss you.
i find myself repulsive today.

I think I was always meant to love you,
or rather,
I think I have always loved you.

Since the first supernova.
Since the first time the Earth breathed life into her soil.

I think that I have loved you for lifetimes.

In this one
It’s no wonder my soul said,
“Oh hello there, I know you.”
“I’ve been waiting.”

Our souls have been intertwined,
for millennia upon millennia.

Lifetime after lifetime,
I have loved you;
Lifetime after lifetime,
I have found you.

Time and time again,
I will love you;
Time and time again,
I will find you.

Mon cœur est à toi.
My heart is yours.

Lifetime after lifetime.
Time and time again.

I think we have always been soulmates.

Give your weary hands a break,
They have shaken too much today.
I will hold them
Kiss your palms until they’re full of love
And love away the bruises on your knuckles
Rest now, my  love
It’s okay
I’ve got you

Wading waist-deep in murky ocean water.
I sense the life that exists within these waves
           and
feel the loose sediment of the ocean floor brush against me with every push and pull of the tide
as it kisses the shore.
These long suffered nightmares of you wash away as I depart from the sea.
Tragedy shall no longer burden these
                       sun-kissed
                  shoulders of mine.
I exhale all the pain you’ve caused me as the water cascades down my skin.
They say that every 7 years, your body is comprised of brand new and untouched cells.
I find comfort in knowing that this year
I will grow into a body that you’ll have never
touched.
Ah, yes.
This is when I begin to heal.

To walk away from the person you love
because the relationship is unhealthy
takes so much courage
So to the women
and the men
who have chosen
to save themselves
I am so
proud
of you.

if you cannot love me at my worst,
   you cannot have me at my best.
you do not get to pick and choose which versions of me to love.
i will not let you.
love all of me,
    or do not love me at all.

wandering soul,
           oh,
how i adore thee.

Sing to me.
Calm the ferocious
                                   t r e m b l i n g
of my hands.
Rid me of the anxieties
begging access to my consciousness.

Sing to me.
Lay to rest these thoughts that swear
I will
          never
                     be
                           enough
                                         for you.
Hold me as the Earth
threatens to c
                        r
                          u
         ­                    m
                          b
                        l
         ­            e
beneath my feet.

Sing to me.
Ignite the fire laying dormant in my soul
and I will keep you warm.
Soothe these aching bones that cry for you
each time you
                l e a v e.

Sing to me.
Lull my heavy heart to sleep
on the nights that I cannot do it myself.
Love me
                as I love you.
And feel the sun from both sides.