I could tell from her silence
that she wasn't fit for speaking to many people.

I could tell by the way she shakes
that she hasn't gotten much to eat recently.

I could tell by her sleeves slipping back
that she wasn't always shattered there.

I could tell from the ink on her hands
that she was always in a world she tended to invent.

I could tell from the way she rubbed her eyes
that she was forgetful of the black rimmed there,

and I could tell by the black
that she wanted nothing more than to be beautiful.

I could tell from the fault lines across her forehead when she wrote
that it was what she loved most of all.

I could tell by the cover of almost torn from her notebook
that she took it with her wherever she went.

I could tell she searched for love
but I could tell she was afraid of finding it.

Do not write
of how I said
I would never leave;
Write about the good things,
like how we helped each other
discover parts of ourselves
we didn't know existed

You're worth writing about.
You're worth talking about.
If others don't want to hear it.
That's their problem.

Cause this written to you.

I love you, I love you, I love you.
All these words are true.
This you do know.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Have the highest respect for you.

And yes, this is written to you.

Foolish me,you love.
When I do foolish things.
And  I can't begin to explain.

Faithfully, you stand by me.
When others tries to attack me.

And yes, this is written to you.

Everything, I do.
I can honestly say, I do it for you.
You know, whatever I have?
I give it in a second to you.
Which you also would do for me.

And yes, this is written to you.
Without you, I could survive.
But there would be tears within my eyes.

And yes, this is written to you.
I'm glad to have you at my side.

“That girl in the photo,
who wears a smile upon her face

with twinkles in her eyes

and a skin that glows

You have no idea

how she once struggled

In finding herself

and in fighting for her

many dreams
That girl in the photo,
she once cried for

365 consecutive days

and suffered eight years

of depression
That girl in the photo,
she once thought that

her body was fat

and starved herself
 for days
That girl in the photo,
she once wanted to
 **** herself with her
bare hands and just 
disappear
That girl in the photo,

she once hated herself 
for the way that 
she wasn’t perfection any aspect
That girl in the photo,
she was a wall flower 
who was thought to be
anti-social because
 she was quiet
That girl in the photo,

she once had best friends
 that she loved
 but lost them when 
they left her
That girl in the photo,
she had parents who
 restricted her freedom
and criticized her 
for being useless
That girl in the photo,
 she had her heart broken
 one too many times

and lost herself 
in so many ways
That girl in the photo,
you have no idea
how much she cried 
and wanted to end
 her precious life
That girl in the photo,
she grew out of it one day
 when she started to learn
to love herself 
for who she was
And now,
it is your turn”

Daydreams
you slip in
like spring
between
body and clothes

breathing cool air
on the spine

never face to face
closed off to
being close

I am the child, I am the man
I am the lover, I am the friend
I am the palm of the lending hand
I am the point where we've already been

I am the far next door to the near
I am the calm mixed in with the fear
I am the all in all that's held dear
The very moment when all is made clear

I am the young, I am the old
I am the secret that's been left untold
I am the price of silver and gold
The heat taken from the center of cold

I am the now before its too late
I am the dawn that comes with the break
I am the last of the last give away
I am what you wish you could say

Of course I am you and of course I am me
I am the captive on the brink of being set free
I am all this as well as all these
I am all that I claim to be