Your mind is labyrinthine
but a labyrinth could be filled
with flowerbeds of jasmines
hidden inside the darkness
among the shadows.

I believe this to be true
in your case.

I have loved, I am in love with,
and I will love you.

But you became necessity
somewhere along the way.
Addiction. Wanderlust.
Love is meant to be pure.
We wanted to create
galaxies and fantasy realms
out of each other.
We wanted to dissect
pieces of each other
the way we do with any good book.

We always expected to be
on the same page.
We were so young.
Confused.

But you believed in me
and suddenly that mattered
more than anything else.

There are really no words
that can reach out and give you a hug.
You're tired. But do not let someone else
be the reason for your tiredness.

You are not your parents' arguments.
You are not the screams of your siblings.
You are not a heartbreaker.
You are not sinful.
You are not a well of sadness.
You are simply existing.
You are learning.
You are someone who matters.
You are important.

They don't see you.
But I've always seen you.

Please realise
how easy it is to love you.