I'd rather have scars on my cheeks
   And a crooked nose and
Bad skin and boney hips
   Or boring eyes and boring hair and a boring mouth
And someone tell me
   “You’re beautiful,”

Because I’d know they meant
   I am beautiful in the way that I talk,
In the way that I listen, in the way that I love,
   In the way that I am

Than have

   Pretty lips and pretty teeth and
Pretty hair and a pretty nose
   And ignorantly believe
That being beautiful in the way that I look
   Is enough.”

Don’t forget to get away every once in awhile,
To lose yourself in a book
Or in the woods behind your home
Ride your bike into the sunset,
Sit on your front steps and count the cars passing by,
Lay on your roof and gaze up at the night sky,
Drive along backroads with the windows rolled down
Listening to nothing but the sound of rushing wind

I hope you take the time to be alone,
To sort through the cluttered shelves of your heart

I hope you take the time to be silent,
To close your eyes and just listen

I hope you take the time to be still,
To quiet your mind and experience the beauty
Of simply Being

In a world that tells us we should always be
Connected, on the go, and doing something worth sharing,
I hope you know it’s okay to
Disconnect, slow down, and keep some memories
Between you and the moment you shared it with.

Light is love,
Love is light,
I need both,
In the night.

You are love,
You are light,
You take away,
All my fright.

You make me feel like
     If I just disappeared tomorrow,
     Somebody would come looking.

Joyous smile,
Lightning eyes,
Comfortable hands,
A neck so inviting.

Rebel haired woman. I love you.

*** is not sleep.
But I fear for me, it is.

My mind is backwards, my dreams are haunting,
My eyes hurt, my future daunting.

I’m scared, because for the first time,
              In many nights.
*I have no one.

Like a warm coat on a deep winter day,
You kept me warm,
    Tickled my skin,
And made me smile.

There’s a reason I chose you,
        I’m so glad I didn’t forget it.

I really want us to work out,
I want to see you,
I really want to see you out,

I want to show you something;
To see why I love you,
There’s something great about loving,

    Your brown hair, brown eyes,
    Your gorgeous smile, gorgeous eyes,
    
You’re new to me, *but not really.

“I want to build a life you,”* she told me,
“I want to wake up to your face.”

“Home is with you,” I confided,
*“No matter what place.”

Am I really so alone in my own thought
That I can find no one with the same vision as me?
The same astonishment?
The same confusion?
The same frustration?
Someone who may console me and tell me that I am not insane?
Am I insane?
If I am not, then why can’t I find a single soul that
See things the way I see them?
Is everyone blind?
Am I?