give me your darkness and i’ll origami it into a thousand paper cranes. come to me on your blue days and i’ll paint you periwinkle, cerulean, indigo and sapphire. when those words just won’t come off your skin i’ll give you soap and won’t watch. i can’t teach you how to be honest but i can teach you how to become sunday mornings and undercooked brownies, butterfly kisses, unmet expectations and summer thunderstorms. i’ll forget how to be gracious and soon i’ll forget how to be kind, because everyone is just a reincarnation of what we hate about ourselves or what we wish we could be. if i wanted this to be easy, i would have given in already. but now i’m putting up a fight and i’m not sure why, but i have my fists in front of my face and i’m going to meet my demons outside by the dumpster and give those ******* cowards what they deserve.