i was once a piece
of beautiful paper,
cut into a heart-shape,
colored with red and
neatly placed at the left
side of my chest.

and then you came
with your heart on fire,
i am enchanted by your warmth
that i let you embrace me.
but i never thought that your fire,
would burn me down.

i was once a piece
of beautiful paper.
but now,
i am no more than
a piece of small gray particles,
ashes,
forgotten ashes
scattered by the wind

never to be found

©IGMS

I wake up at 4 am every day just so I can see the sun rise
I look out my window at 6 pm so I can see it go back, set, rest
I marvel at its grandeur and I muse over how the universe can draw Breath and contain such a thing
You, my love, are my Sun

I watch the moon go through all its phases - new moon, first quarter, full moon, third quarter
I think about change; I think about its beauty, its air of mystery
I recall those articles I used to read about how the moon only shows you one side- the near side, from Earth
I ponder on all the reasons why the human race goes through all the trouble just to see its other side
You, my love, are my Moon

I look at the stars and get lost
I try to fathom all the reasons why they exist so close, yet so far away  
I attempt to conjure all the possibilities of a night without them
I think of what it would be like to lose sight of the only thing that keeps us connected to the unknown and the unexplored, the beautiful
I look at the stars and think, YES, they are the windows to the universe
You, my love, are my Stars

I think of you, I think of me, I think of us
I think of all the infinities between you and me and the truth jampacked in just three words, in just eight letters
I love you, merely words coming from my finite being meant to transcend all that there is
We are the universe

Shekh ma skieraki anni
Until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east,
Until the rivers run dry, and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves
I will love you, I will always love you
Perhaps I always did

I want to choose myself and put myself first and be strong enough to see myself through and be who I am meant to be. I want to have a good relationship with my family and I want this house to be home. I want to get things right this time; I want to stop keeping secrets. I want to fully accept that this life is my reality, on borrowed time. I want to be the girl all the people I love believe me to be. I want to be beautiful, smart, strong, and deserving, on my own terms. I want to reach my full potential and be happy and content with the hand I have been given because I owe myself that much. I want to chase my dreams and not fear the consequences. I want to be myself and have that be enough. I want to stop wanting to go back to the past just to redo a few things. I want the present to be so good, I stop wishing for the future. I want the fact that everything gets better to be in etched into my heart and mind that I don’t need other people to constantly remind me. I want to do better in school. I want to make myself proud. I want to be healthy and full of soul. I want to be better. I want to give the world a genuine a smile and I want to stop faking my I’m fine’s and my I’m okay’s. I want to look in the mirror and like what I see. I want to go through each day believing that I am earning my way to deserving all the good that’s happening to me and that everything will make me stronger. I’m still here and I’m trying. I hope you’re proud of me.