Reminder For Everyday

Surround yourself only by those who appreciate you
Only by those who know how much you're worth
Which is a lot
But you won't see it.

Only by those who see further in you than you ever will
Those who fill your voids
Who know
Who you'll learn from. Everything else isn't worth it.

Drop that old habit of agreeing when they tell you you're nothing
That you're nobody
Because you're everything
But you're blind.

When was the last time they asked you if you were okay?
When they asked you how you were, and meant it.
You worry too much about others
You forgot too long ago about yourself.

And there will always be those who tell you that your way is the wrong way.
Well fuck them all.
Because the way doesn't matter,
It's the right way if it's yours.

Forget about those who hurt. In any way.
Who absorb you
Those who take advantage of you because of your impeccable, natural kindness.
Forget abut them all.

So, only surround yourself by positivism
By kindness
Because in this world of endless struggle
You will definitely need it.

Finally, love yourself.
Love yourself like you've never loved before.
Because if you don't
You know damn well no one else will.

Always In My thoughts.

I could hear the sound of waves through your eyes
We could get lost in the woods and not complain about it.
I'd bore you with my interests.
We'd both love to hate everyone else.

I would try to go out and fail at it but that's ok because we'd be together.
I'll complain about you wanting to go to that party because I can't go and although I could, I wouldn't feel like going.
But I'd go anyways.
And we'd fuck afterwards, because you looked nice in that dress.

We kissed until we lost the taste of our lips. Not even figuratively, completely literally.
We talked. Everyday.
We would talk about philosophy. Or art. Or how I hate those fucking hand dryers in bathrooms. Or how your left eyebrow is slightly thicker than your right one.
We would talk about all of that.
Or anything.

You loved my taste in music.
I loved your immaculate passion.

But I got depressed,
and you got psychotic.
And we fucked up.
We fucked it all up.

But now I'm fine,
I'm happy now.
I don't hate everyone else that much.
I do care if someone dies now, remember?

But I'm too far away from you.
And you probably don't think about me anymore.
So I'll just sit here waiting and wishing I can soon find someone like you or simply forget about everything we ever did.
But I know I won't.
And that's ok.

I probably still love you.
But maybe in a whole different way.
I don't think I ever stopped doing it.
I'm not the same. We're not the same.

So if you ever read this and I know you won't.
could you
please
come home?