You know what?
We live in a black and white society
and I'm so proud of you,
of all of you,
for showing shades of red
or blue
or yellow
or green
or any other color that exists in this world.

You make me smile a rainbow.

My eyes are so full of him
that drowning in them
seems like a good way to die.

I am my own paradox;
I contradict myself more than anyone else does.

Sometimes
I think about him
because
he is the only thing I have
that I can think about

If my soul could be wounded,
I'd have a million scars by now

I truly believe that there’s still someone out there
with a writer’s soul and a passionate heart,
one who would kiss me with words
that reach up to the vast galaxy
and pick out stars for me,
one who would embrace me with warm arms
that hold secrets intact
and never let them go,
one who would cry seven oceans
if ever he sees my heart shatter like a broken mirror.
I have faith and hope
that the universe still has that one person for me.

I believe that you exist.
I believe that you’re not just a figment of my imagination
or another character in one of my favorite books.
I believe in your existence
and the path that you’re on
that will soon cross mine.

I now realize
that you’re a lot like a star—
so beautiful
but so far away.