Shining stars

Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t.

And then she smiles. It actually reaches her eyes, and you wonder just how long it took her to do it, but you don’t dare ask. You don’t ask her how many nights she spent on the bathroom floor piecing it back together. You don’t ask anything like that, because you know that if humans have anything in common, it’s that we all break somehow. You know that no one lives their whole life unscathed, and old wounds aren’t meant to be reopened. So, you just smile back.

I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was. I think that’s why she always struggled… And I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.

The sexiest thing in the entire world is being really smart. And being thoughtful. And being generous. Everything else is crap, I promise you. It’s just crap that people try to sell to you to make you feel like less. So don’t buy it. Be smart. Be thoughtful. And be generous.

You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress, simultaneously.