I’d rather be alone, than in the arms of someone who does not have the ability to comprehend the true essence of me. I want the type of love that is on fire; true passion engulfing my existence like a sixth degree burn.

I still love you. Just don’t tell me about your past. I don’t want to know who you loved and who you have touched. Just let me hold you, let me tell you how many times I thought about you. I miss the way your body felt against mine, and the way they fit together perfectly. I hope this is hello, I regret goodbye.

When you were born, your mom said she felt a burning star inside of you and that she knew you would be destined for something great. It’s been seventeen years and you’re still trying to figure out what she meant because you have ravaged your body and trespassed your mind but you still feel so insignificant. And darling, you still don’t understand that what your momma felt was the weight of your beating heart but they say people with the biggest hearts always end up hurting the most. But you have never let that stop you from loving people like you haven’t ever felt the pain of disappointment or heartbreak and each time someone makes a hole in your chest you just see it as another door for more people to step through to call you home. It’s not a blessing to love so willingly but the fire that burns inside of you promises to keep you safe because no matter how many times they try to put you out, they can never get the last flame and you might not feel it at seventeen but sweetheart, you are inextinguishable and there is nothing more special than that.

If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realise how special you are to me.