This is for you:

-the girl who is so ashamed because of her acne,
-the girl who cries in front of her mirror because she doesn’t
look like Picasso’s muse,
-the girl who forgot how to smile because of her problems,
-the girl who cries her eyes out every night because of him,
-the girl who is so terrified to attach because of her past relationship,
-the girl who is different from the others,
-the girl who wants to save every soul she meets, except hers,
-the girl whose heart, blood and soul runs wild,

-you are so much more than the sprinkles from your skin.
-you're not Picasso’s muse, but you definitely are God’s muse.
-don’t waste your life being so stressed, just enjoy the journey.
-you need to be strong.Cry your heart out, but stop,your tears are too worthy , make them rare, for the real ones.
-try to love yourself first, then someone else.
-your future is not defined by your past.
-you need to save yourself first.
-run with them, darling, and never look back.

This is for you, girls.
You, no matter what, are good enough.
You are lovable.
You are strong.
You are independent.
You are different.
You are rare.
You are you, and that is your power, learn how to use it.

If you're going to
Leave my life
At lease close the door
Behind you
Because the cold winds
Still rush through the door
And linger around my home
Leaving an eerie chill
That just reminds me of you
And of course I get curious
So from time to time
I follow the footsteps
You left behind
And each time I see you
You seem
Perfectly fine...

Today
Is the day
To stop pretending
That you are okay
With not
Being okay

Yesterday
could have been the day
You lied your last
"I'm fine"

Tomorrow
could be the day
you actually
mean it

If you do not
Pull the weeds
In the garden
The flowers
Will never
Grow.

You asked
What is the scariest part?

I answer
The scariest part
is not the feeling of loneliness
or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain
of emptiness

The scariest part
is the realization  
that you have lost yourself
completely
sinking in as you lay awake
at 2 AM
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can't even cry
because you don't even care

He was asleep beside me.
I leaned into his side
and kissed the outline of his jaw
and the tip of his nose

I took his hand in mine
and brought it to my lips
feeling the rough skin of his palm
and I pushed up his sleeve

In the darkness of the bedroom
I looked down at
the lines melting into his soft skin
the red ones overlapping the white

And I suddenly knew
I knew how sad he really was
I knew he wasn't fine
when he said he was