rose

Yes. 
Yes, a rose is what they call me.
A picture of pretty
Everlasting for eternity.
But if I let go of myself,
Would you still pick me?
Chasing fire to look fire, 
I’ve worked too hard
To be the object of your desire.
Watch me strip myself
Of my fake sparkle.
Who, then,
Would you admire?
So careful. 
Hold me delicately.
Undress me, slowly.
Of all my facade and all my beauty.
Like a broken rose,
Petal after petal,
Uncover my flaws
That I always belittle.
Yes, I’m a rose, 
And I yearn to be free.
If I let go of myself,
I wish you’d still pick me.

Featured image by @ziedrish

I Looked at The Stars

I looked at the stars,

And my unfathomable despair went away.

I looked at the stars,

And I thought that life was okay.

I looked at the stars,

And I knew, right then, that love could be true.

I looked at the stars,

Never realizing

The whole time,

I was looking at you.