I hope you find one of the many loves you'll have, hidden in the shelves of book stores, waiting to be read
I hope you find one of your many loves, inside the cream you'll pour into your coffee at 6:52 AM on monday morning, and as it changes from black to brown, you'll remember his eyes, and how they were haunted
I hope you find love in the cracks of a record player, when your dusty, worn out vinyl is on its last song
I hope you find love on your chipped nail polished fingers, and I hope you re-paint them that same black until winter is over
I hope you'll find love at your weakest moment; I hope love makes you weak
I'm hoping and hoping that you'll fall in love with yourself;
Every ******* inch, because books get read, and then they get left, and coffee gets sipped, and then it's just the mug, and records stop playing, and nail polish will dry, and crack, and break!;
But if you love your stretch marks, and your freckles; every little part that defines you as your own, then you will know true love
When you see that your bumps, and bruises, and wrinkles, and dark circles are your form of art, then you will know acceptance
When you love yourself, then you can love the hidden poetry inside the walls of your own home
Thats when you can love the happiest, cruel world you'll ever know