A beautiful thing about learning to accept oneself is that you can choose to not remind yourself of your failures.

There is something about humanity that brings us all together.
In dark corners of rooms,
wintry muted nights,
railings overlooking city streets,
plush chairs on mountain tops.

I wish I could hold the hands
of all that hate.
Hate their nose, life, parents, workload, ex, intentions.
I want to tell everyone that
they are so important.

Tomorrow cannot be better without today;
you are here and I want you.

A silent agreement,
like skies permitting wings to fly.
That's like life.

I've learned that I cannot hold onto torture.
That to become whole,
wrong-doings must be set aside,
and a shaky faith in purpose must be nurtured.

Similar to a pinprick of blue light instilling comfort,
there is always someone to look to.

Humanity makes us mourn lives we won't ever get to bask in,
closed eyes bringing us to the souls of the ones that did.
A steady red thrumming, quiet and loyal,
stops.

Maybe we were not made to question such a beauty.
And I am foolish for wanting to forever chase demons
in replace of my own.
Staying awake just to feel,
trying to focus on each cell and breath in vain.

Blackness in a mind is dangerous, and you can only wish yourself whole for so long.
Promises sealed in ragged envelopes will suffer until the day I sleep,
but I will continue to write them to myself until one day I forget.
Altruism is the best form of selfishness,
and helps to remember that no matter the troubles,
wrongs,
words,
fear,
there is always a piece of someone's soul that dies when you hurt.

I love you, truly and honestly.
You're beautiful and I'm shaken and changed by
the carbon dioxide leaving your lips
as you open to speak to me.
It's so nice to meet you.