You are not regular. You are how you react to happiness, to tragedy, to failure. You are your favourite song, your favourite movie, your favourite quote. You are what you can relate to. You are the tears that roll out of your eyes when you fail. You are the blissfulness you feel when you know you’ve succeeded. You’re not pretty or cute, you’re the thud with which the ocean waves strike the shore. You’re phenomenal.
Don’t be so harsh on yourself, it’s okay to take a break. Everyone has their day offs. If you’re feeling down, treat yourself to a cup of coffee and some pancakes. If you’re feeling lonely, take yourself to the movies. If you’ve trapped all your sadness and anger inside yourself, let it go. Cry if you need to, cry a sea of tears, because believe me when you’re done crying and you’ve let every drop of tear out, you’ll feel better than ever.
I won’t lie to you and tell you that you’re perfect, you’re not. None of us are. We all have our glitches and flaws. But what I will tell you is that someday you’ll be all that someone wishes for. Someday you’ll fill in the emptiness in someone’s life, and they’ll fill it in yours. What I will tell you is that you don’t have to be good at sports or art or school to be worth something. Because survival itself is a talent. What I will tell you is that you are eccentric.
And no combination of twenty six letters can ever define who you are. You are not regular.
Stuck in a labyrinth of your thoughts.
When my best friend told me
About the time you kissed the girl at that party I couldn’t go to
My heart shrinked from the size of an avocado
To the size of the pit inside it
But I chose to forgive you
For you were intoxicated
And your vision was blurry
At least she dropped you home safely.
A week later when I snuck into your apartment
Hoping to surprise you on our eight month anniversary
She was there, planting kisses on you
With your hands tracing the back of her spine
My heart was now like a rotten avocado seed.
I cut you out of my life, even though
It was killing me inside
Because I knew the next time I looked
At the sun gleaming on your face
I’d picture your lips over hers.
Back then, it was me tearing apart
My skin aching for your touch
But now it’s four months later,
And my best friend just told me you’ve been
Wondering all over town, hoping to bump into me
Begging people for my new number, hoping things can go back again
But this time I won’t forgive
For now it’s you who needs me, not I needing you.