For every time you doubt yourself
I wish I could
convince the universe to let us trade vision
so that you can
see yourself through my eyes
and then you will recognize
the woman, as strong as a tree
standing still after a hundred storms
the fighter who keeps on going
despite the arrows being shot at her direction
a person with so much love to be given
a friend as precious as the four leaf clover
someone with sparkling stars in her eyes
a presence, so you I can use every adjective I know to describe
you and it will always come back to the word
beautiful
because you truly are
beautiful
a human with flaws and doubts and anxiety crawling on your back
but you are still
beautiful.

Loving you is like
jumping on a trampoline
one winter morning
knowing that I
will land on broken ices
piercing my skin

happy birthday to
the girl that is no longer a girl
a grown up that has not grown
someone who is stuck
in between haunting past
and shaky future
the pitiful person who
hides behind false bravery
whose hope dies by each passing day
someone who is left with
a single thread
that hung her only moon.

Little breeze came
twirling
dancing her way
dainty, gracefully

Little breeze came
with soft petals
fluttering

Little breeze came
and I
fall
gently, slowly
and then
all at once