dear girl whose eyes are on fire,

I remember that night

so vividly, as if it was

stenciled into my left cornea,

the memory of

every second passing,

imbedded in the frontal lobes

of my brain.

you

stood under stars

that looked like

fireflies strewn together,

your cellphone

illuminating the

tears on your eyelashes.

the night sky

draped over you

like a blanket

turning your

droplets into stars,

hoping to show you

the beauty in your

despair.

a trail of

suppressed memories

followed your every step

and I couldn't help but

wonder who damaged you.

even though

dysphoria filled your

lungs with ink,

your eyes continued

flaming,

embers piling upon

one another

until they began spilling

out across your cheeks,

decorating the rosy color

with gold.

my hand reached out

and I placed my palm

flat against the mirror

wishing I could tell

you how I felt.

I don't think

a letter

can possibly

convey my feelings

for you but

I love you.

sincerely, the girl whose eyes are also on fire

you with your muddled mind,

I'm aware that you are minuscule

practically invisible

in the grand scheme of it all

that even though your eyes

contain entire galaxies

upon the world we live in

you may as well be nonexistent

and yet

the beauty beneath your fingertips

is something worth fighting for

it's silly and staggering

the fact that nothing you do

will make any difference

but you

have the capacity to create

beauty out of heartbreak

and string feelings together

like a pearl necklace

and I know that it's all useless

but don't you think

the universe deserves

to contain your refrains

please allow yourself

to let it out

because I've been suffocating

on the unsaid

the unspoken

the unwritten

words

for far too long

and they

are fatal

from,

an instant of clarity and compassion which passed too fast

stop killing yourself just to live

it is okay to acknowledge

the skeletons in your closet

as long as you're only stopping by

to say hello

you do not have to dive into itchy haystacks

just to look for a needle

that may or may not prick your thumb

the scratches will outweigh any peace of mind you may find

while digging in dumpsters

i've said this before

but let me remind you:

bundling up under the covers will not help preserve your joy

but once in a while

it is okay to stay in bed all day

and ignore the sun

because you need to vent to the moon

if you feel trapped

remember-

all butterflies come from cocoons

no matter what your parents tell you

you do not have to go to church

you do not have to believe in god

to find joy

but it helps to know hell's smile when it greets you

so you will know who to stay away from

it is not wise

to flirt with the devil

but i understand-

sometimes you're desperate for a kiss

it is alright if your heart behaves

like a color that doesn't exist

Dear Self,

Deep in my heart you reside

A loving presence that cannot be bribed.

Despite wanderings of the seeking mind

You have patiently waited for me to arrive.

Everything I hoped to be

I already am.

Time could stop tomorrow

And we would continue to begin.

You must be laughing inside

As I tried to run away.

Chuckling "O child return to me. See who you are. See you are free."

"No I would shout," from under my bed. "You don't understand, the world out there, it is scary and sad."

Then you would start humming a tune

A melody of truth pulling me gently back into you.

Your love sincere, your presence so strong.

I feel I can do anything when I release into your arms.

Your compassion and willingness to serve another

Brings tears to my eyes, we are all brothers.

Your twinkling eyes and curious brows

The way you play like a child even in a crowd.

You are me

Your are them

We are all one

Beyond the end.

First Love,

you were so precious

until that day.

That terrible, terrible, day.

So innocent.

So pure.

You let them wreck you.

You should have loved yourself, and only yourself.

You're a fool. Pathetic. Nothing

-Love yours truly

You.

You are beautiful

Don't ever doubt it

Don't be insecure

You have no reason to be

You are perfect

You might not see it

But the world does

Don't lose fate in yourself

Because you are all I want

My Dearest Laura, My Sweetest Girl,

My Judge, My Jury and My Executioner,

You're too hard on yourself.

Of course you aren't perfect, of course you don't always get it right, but you do more times then you think. Stop focusing on the wrong, the bad and the ugly. Stop worrying about all those "What If's..." at the end of it all you're only wasting time.

The ticking of the clock isn't there to taunt you, The voices in your head aren't to be afraid off, The breaking of the sun isn't a "Here it goes again."

The future changes with every passing moment- Make it count!

You go on, and on, about the wrongs off this world- use your time to make it better, even if it's only making a person smile.

You can change more than you think, Do more than you are, If you TRY! So stop the moaning, stupid excuses and self-hating- Life's not that bad.

Be kind to yourself- you have too many scars.

Let the past lie- you can't change it.

Take hold of your future- Get off your ass.

So My Lovely Laura, You are good... dare I say it... brilliant at times.