Because we are all each other will ever have.
The universe has better things planned for you
than chasing the hollow attention of someone blind to your wonder.
Stride with that truth.
How lonely it feels to be surrounded by a gallery of glossed gazes,
searching for eyes that burn like mine.
You don’t have to say the best things,
Or profound things.
Your words don’t need to be guided, my love.
Silver-tongued or simple speech,
Just say sincere things.
Say all the words your heart feels and your head braces for you to choke on–
Speak like your heart took root in your vocal chords,
like the softest parts of you are a symphony,
and your truth is the conductor.
The world awaits your magnum opus.
Forgiveness is a verb
done at a high resistance.
My hurt just wants to be heard.
They will be anchors or they will be wings.
People only know how to want me with two hands,
and have no idea how to hold on.
We don’t always listen to the goodbye when it’s being said.
It echoes when we’re ready to hear it.
I wish I were pastel,
But I am nothing short of neon.