Be hard
Stone temple & iron bars. Wrapped in a cocoon of isolation & fade so deeply into oblivion you will be heard and felt but never seen.

Scream obscenities and shake your fists at the sky because darling it is yours to pull down and when you fall asleep at night, pull it close- engulf yourself in the ethereal and close your eyes so tightly you cant imagine opening them again.

Be tough because all sensitivity ever brought you was pain and i didnt want to say this, i never wanted to say this but goddamit you dont want the suffering that comes from loving too much.

It is a fire from within & the heat of blood on your skin & nights spent walking too long looking at the sky wondering why you exist & why there is so much pain while ice soaks into the soles of your shoes.

Write "You are love" on the steam in your bathroom mirror, but dont expect it to take the aching in your chest away