what a journey we’ve been on
it seems a little crazy we're even at this point
it's ironic to think that i have known you my entire life
yet you’ve only known me since you were 20
we argue a lot more than we used to
but that’s just me growing up
you’ve showed me the good and bad things
this world is capable of doing to another
even though you can’t take back those years
for when you were absent
everyday you are making it up to us and
showing just how much you care
you're a fighter and a survivor
and absolutely the most indestructible person i know
i love you,
happy birthday mom
It's the bitter ache
Watching the leaves
Move on trees
It's the deep rooted
That pervades me
It's the sickness
Little sprouts of doubt
Littering my bones
It's the saddest melody
That she sings
It hits me
The hardest part is realizing that the part of my mind that won't let me be is the one who's wrong. It's not the world. It's me.
You are more
Than the stars
In the sky
You're so much more
Just a delicate
Drop of dew
On my windowsill
Not waiting for me
Too close to touch
You're too close
Hold on I'm not done yet.
Jesus was an emo
A "poem" every day
the four of us
i would tell
my future kids
Are the author of the book of your life,
Can erase words, delete chapters, write new endings.
Are writing your own computer software, and
Can create whatever programs you wish.
Are not restricted by what others say, and
Will never be happier than when you are being yourself.
Have more power than you think you do.
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If you’re ever sat alone in the darkest room of your mind remember that there’s a tealight on the windowsill.
Light that candle.
And that little flame of mine will glow so fiercely, emitting undeniable warmth and love,
that will dance around the room like a firefly.