I have never felt this way before,
Like I am on top of the universe.
That I am filled with love,
More love than what fits in a purse.

I am taken over by love,
In more ways than I can say.
My love for you continues to grow,
Every single day.

From that moment that we kissed,
I felt instantly connected to you.
And everyday since that day,
I have and will always say,

I LOVE YOU

One day,
You're gonna be dancing with a girl more,
Perfect than me;
Who tastes like strawberries and,
Smells like peaches
And as you watch her move
You're gonna sit and down 5 shots just to get the thought of me from your head
But it won't work
And I swear if you take her home the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what you do
And you'll be laying in bed trying not to think about how we danced around your room in the moonlight
How we kissed under the stars
And how I,
I tasted like strawberries too
And you'll finally understand that all the things you never said
Could've made all the difference in the world
And now that I'm gone there's a space within you
That can't so easily replaced
And you'll realize that you loved me more than you let on,
More than you intended to
But by then, darling
It'll be too late.

My voice,
It cannot be silenced
I will write,
I will sing,
I will do anything to set me apart
From what I'm "Supposed to be"
Because normal is boring.
I don't want to be,
I refuse to be another face in the crowd,
I want to touch people with my actions,
With my words.
When I die
I don't want to be 6 feet under ground
With a face nobody will remember
And no difference made.

You see,
I am an artist

I draw with silver
But it comes out red

Beauty.
The standard goal.
Society kills me.
They tell you to “be yourself, you’re beautiful”
Judge you for it,
Then encourage you to do it again.
Who are they to decide?
In fact, who decided the status quo,
What determines true beauty?
They say everyone’s beautiful in their own way,
But that’s just the appetizer.
The main course is the “fact” that everyone’s different,.
And in order to achieve the standard level of “perfect”,
“Buy this item! It’ll make you more perfect, I swear!”
“Wear these clothes, it’ll complement the parts of your body we’ve defined as
‘Attractive’!”
“Do these workouts, it’ll give you a flatter stomach, tighter abs, a sexier beach body!”
The fact that they took our weak spot,
Perfection
And dangled the idea,
The possibility in front of us
To sell their products
To keep us coming back, to make money
Because, let’s be real, money’s everything.
They convince us that we can achieve something that doesn't exist,
But we want it to,
We hope for it,
Because….what?
Looks are everything?
No.
In 80 years, we’ll all look old and weird, so what’s the point?
Look good everyday,
Hope someone finds you attractive,
Potentially fall in “love” with somebody who only desires your looks?
If that’s your goal, ***, you've got your priorities mixed up
Life’s not gonna care whether you’re
Attractive,
Ugly,
Skinny,
Thick,
Short,
Tall,
Smart,
Stupi­d,
Or the greatest person alive.
It’s gonna knock you down no matter what,
And in 120 years, we’ll all be dead anyway.
Why waste your time hoping to accomplish a false reality,
So you can live your years in luxury,
Rather than just being thankful and happy?
Don’t spend your time trying to get to what you don’t even want,
But have been programmed to accept.
Re-program yourself.
***** the system.

To love and to be in love are very different.