dear poetry,
thank you for helping. thank you for giving me breath when I didn’t have any.

dear family,
thank you for my scars, I wear the invisible marks on my heart well.

dear friends,
thank you for making me question everything.

                 now:
dear everything,
*you are my everything. the universe, the world, just everything. you’re perfect, that’s really just the truth. you’re there for me when I’m too sad to write. you’re there when literally no one else is. you’ve helped me through wrong loves, only for me to eventually fall for you. you’re my best friend. my love. my everything. and you deserve just that,
e v e r y t h i n g.