I’m sorry, but did you forget?

Did you forget that upon your head lays a crown because you are a prize and you deserve to be treated like a ******* queen?

Did you forget that you are worth just as much, if not more, than he is and that you should only put yourself second if the favor is returned?

Did you lose your way?

Did you begin to tell yourself that the sad excuse of a man that exists in status quo is all you are deserving of? Worthy of? Desiring of?

Did you lose sight of the fact that you are going to take the world by the reins and be a ******* storm that after you are through, people will understand why they use names for hurricanes?

Did you let yourself believe the lies?

Did you let yourself think that perhaps it was your fault? That maybe because you didn’t work out or didn’t look like that, that maybe he could never love you as much?

Did you lie?

Did you lie to yourself so that you would accept the mediocre treatment of a relationship on life support, happiness based on a momentary high, sadness painted beautiful so that you would want to stay?

Did you let yourself be afraid?

Afraid of hearing the answer that would make you walk away, when you really wanted to stay, so you resigned yourself to the silence and emptiness of unrequited love: are you afraid?

It is not cliché to have self-worth. It is not cliché to say you are worth it. It is not cliché to walk away from a man when he doesn’t know what gold he has in his hands.

You are not cliché.

You. Are. Magnificent.

You are every color combined, every emotion ever felt, you are stardust in tangible design, you are a masterpiece.

You are the happiness everyone craves, you are the warmth in the sun’s rays, you are freedom amongst the ocean’s waves.

You are so much more than you believe yourself to be, and all that mirrors try their best to deceive,

And darling: it is okay to bleed.

Because bleeding isn’t weakness. Bleeding isn’t beauty. Bleeding is about being a ******* human.

Do not hold back.

Life is too short to waste time on boys who can’t make up their minds.
You only feel weighed down because you carry a load that isn’t yours.

It is not you. It never was. And it never will be.

It is not your fault they don’t see your beauty, people miss the sunrise and sunset and the point of art in a museum to make you feel and for music to make you reel: it is not your fault they are blind to elegance.

So ask him the question and move on from there, but do not be afraid of walking away.

You may love him, and he may love you, but if the time isn’t right, you must bid him adieu.

You are too beautiful.

Too beautiful to be an “almost relationship” kind of girl, not the hook up or the girlfriend but something in between, too **** beautiful to not be critically acclaimed.

And that is not being conceited.

The worst thing is to feel alone, in between arms that should be your home.

If he is worth the question, he will have an answer.

If not, you will walk away. And guess what, the sun will live to see another day.

The high isn’t worth the downfall, and you shouldn’t live a life where instead of walking you just crawl.

So man the hell up, and stand very tall
The crown may slip, but never shall it fall.

I wanted to drown out the world with you,
To put you in my ears and turn up the volume until you were all I could hear,
Because even if you only consisted of a few simple chords, your melody was my favorite
It was so unexpected and broken and yet lovely
I could listen to you laugh for hours, I could gaze at you for even longer
There was something in the way you looked at me and when you kissed me we made music,
Tell me how to relive it all again
The moment I met you, the moment our lips first met, the moment I fell in love with you,
But even the most beautiful of songs come to an end,
And I will never understand,
But I never did learn how to read sheet music.

Do you ever hear a song and less than a minute in, you already know it’s going to be your favorite?
You were that to me.
And much like a song, from you I could not flee.
You were chords and melodies I had never thought of putting together: and you were beautiful all the same.
If only you knew the way your heartbeat has become my favorite sound.
And much like the song, I could listen to you over and over again and each time fall more and more in love.
Because in a world of chaotic noise, you were my lullaby.
I would forever hear you in bits and pieces of other songs,
I would hum your tune absentmindedly as I go down a street I once walked with you,
And if I ever forget, I am sure my mind will wander to the songs we once made and remember,
Remember the beats and sounds that brought me to you,
and even if the melody has faded or become outdated,
I will always want to press repeat.

In every "opposite's attract" relationship, they say she's the yin to his yan,

He's mysterious and calm like the moon and she's electric and energetic like the sun.

But I'm a painter and I see ourselves as different colors and hues instead of objects and symbols.

You're a midnight blue; a serious yet earnest lover who parades in a facade of blankness.
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Slowly and gently, I've peeled away the mask you wear, to reveal a sweet, loving boy I always knew was inside.

I am a vibrant yellow; playful and sweet,  illuminating the darkness in your life.

I've shine a light to your darkest corners and found the boy you hide away. I've reached out and pulled him up, showing him that he no longer needs to hide.

With taking my hand you've shown me, the trust and understanding I need, guiding me through my darkness.

Together, with your strength and my kindness, we made emeralds, raditating the world around us.

Together , with your seriousness and my sillyness, we grown shamrock, making us feel like the luckiest kids around.

Together, with you and me, we've created a forest filled with green apples, pines, olives and limes, making us feel like anything is possible.

These are the shades of you and me.

Not pretty enough, not skinny enough, not adventurous enough, not slutty enough, not conservative enough: not enough.

E-ating away at my soul as I feel you slip through my fingers,
N-ever wanting anyone else to kiss my lips but you've already gone
O-ver you is what I claim but alone at night I'll cry,
U-nder your spell all I can think of is you
G-oing further and further down the spiral that made up our doomed love story,
H-appiness used to just be a feeling independent of you,

But as I try to hold the pieces of the girl you left behind, I see it just wasn't enough
I just wasn't enough.