You're nothing less than beautiful.

Don't let them define you. Don't let them know the way to your sadness. Don't EVER give them the key to your happiness. Don't tell them you see emptiness when they see the color of his eyes. Don't tell them you notice the chapped lips damaged trying to hold back tears where they see her smile. Don't tell them you see stories in faces. They wouldn't understand. They wouldn't know the withered tales about the withered roses between diares which are so much more than a book mark. They are a mark in their lives, a begining that ended. An end that remains. Tell them love is pain and they'll label you weak. Don't listen to them. Don't apologize for feeling too much in a world that doesn't feel. They'll romanticize love and write poems about heart break. They'll take pieces of your pain and use it in their rhymes without feeling it. The world will know. But they won't feel it. Ask them if the sky ever cries because of the destruction we cause? Ask them what leads the birds home every night? Ask them if love is deeper than the ocean? Ask them if it is okay to fall? Ask them if the pain ever fades? Don't wait for the answers. Find them love. Find them.