I ask how you are; you look at me like each word is a stab through the heart. I’m murdering you slowly. Your **** was quick, precise and clean. I’m dragging you behind me. Beating you about your eyes.

I just want you to smile again. To hope with your heart and your eyes. I want you to lift onward, upward. You’re allowed sunlight, you’re allowed picket fences, and a God if you want it. I don’t want to break you; I don’t want to hold you. I want to lift you, light you brighter and more beautiful than you thought possible. I want  your mind to stay clear, and your head to stay light. I want you to build your innocence, toil over self love, I want to watch as you grow to more, grow farther. I want you to love with a purity you thought gone.

I want you to give your love completely, maybe not to me, or anyone, but to yourself.

You are beautiful. You are loved. You have a future. You deserve better, you’ll live for more. Don’t stop pushing, start hoping. Stop thinking, start building. Put pen to paper and scratch. Your life, your love, take your own advice.

Live Again.

Reclaim the beauty and your ability to make art, forget work and school and me. Don’t sit back and watch the wheels. Stand for something.
Even if it’s just yourself.