I will repeat
"I am beautiful,
I am beautiful,
I am beautiful."
Maybe then I will
no longer look in the
mirror and be persuaded
to destroy myself.

I would plant kisses on your body
so that every spring you would bloom
and maybe then you would realize
just how beautiful you are.

So maybe I am crazy.
But the only things I'm crazy about
is loving you and wanting to be with you.
And ****, maybe I do want to escape
and get lost in a state that might as well
have been named for me.
I just want to find the beaches that
are covered in sea glass and see
the sunsets cities are named for.
I want to get lost in you to the
point where I never have to come
home for holidays.
I just know that this isn't
some **** fantasy.
This is college across the country
and this is you and me.
I need to be able to wake up
on the time zone clock I'm
already sleeping on and
find the one person
who I want to see every
day for the rest of my life
right there beside me
when they've been
so far away for too
**** long.

And what happens
when you love
and love
and love
someone,
but it still may
not be enough.

I
never
learned
how
to
address
letters
to
someone
who
was
six
feet
under.

We come to crossroads
where we are left with
weights that cannot be lifted.
That is when we look
around to all those
who have carried us
and who we have carried
and find the strength
we seemingly lost underneath
all the weight of the world.

So if you've lost all hope,
call me.
If you don't believe you're loved,
tell me.
Because we all have the finite infinity
of our lives
and I'd hate to see yours end
any sooner than it had to.
I've been there when darkness
is no longer just the absence of light
and has instead become the only thing
you are sure of.
Let me assure you that one day
your lungs will stop being filled with the
tears that are drowning you and
that one day someone will no longer look
for the scars to kiss and will instead
find your lips.
You are more than the emptiness.
You are stronger than the demons
demanding an r.s.v.p. to your funeral.
You are beautiful and you are loved
and one day you will not be someone's
"tragically beautiful" you will be just as you are
now to me and so many others.
You will realize you are simply beautiful
and all this tragedy is not why you are so.
Through your ocean eyes, you will realize
that after all this time your demons turned to angels
and that saving is something you can do for yourself.
I know how bad it seems, but there's still dreams
left for you to sleep through.
Please do not make your story end now
because I need an epilogue.