Everyone you will ever meet knows something you dont

Like the stars,
You shine brightest during the darkest hour,
The darker the night,
The brighter they shine,
You are the stars to me
and that's when you and I collide.

She's got
a big heart,
a bright smile that could light up the whole town,
a reckless mind,
a soulful soul,
I think it's beautiful the way she carries herself.

If I had a flower
for every time  I thought of you ,
I could walk in  my own garden forever.
And that would be amazing, wouldnt it?
It indeed, would be.

I'm sitting on a couch near my window,
It's raining,
tiny droplets of rain forms on my window,
a great book in my hand,
and a big mug of hot coffee on the stacked of books,
I glanced away from my book towards the darken sky
and pouring rain,
And I tell myself that "words are beautiful"
after letting out a sigh.
I then realize that Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughts  and the thoughts have found its words.
Writting and Reading has always been my own therapeutic therapy.
During the good and the bad.

"You,"
he said,
are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world,
and that,
I believe,
is why you are in so much pain.

I don't accept help well,
I was raised to hold my own.