The hollow in your eyes,
hazelnut radiance in the dark,
burnt with wait for the glimpse of the starlight.

Her eyelids cracked open slightly.

Momentarily, they slowly close again.
Sleep was still languidly dancing across it.

Then she sees sunlight peeking through the little gaps of her curtains.

Dust-motes whisper 'Good morning' as they flit in the buttery-white light.

And, goodness me,
just like
that
her sleepy gaze
met
*magic.

I want to tell you something,  
it's a story, a few words about how I got where I am today.  
It started with a touch, from myself,
The real me;
someone I don’t know anymore.

it hit me in the chest and it travelled though my veins
And it's become one of my nick names .
Sometimes I lay down at night and laugh at how much I hated myself .
I wanted to charge this and that,
And I changed all of myself and more to come.

I can tell you that I broke my own heart more times than anyone has and that anyone will.
But then I meet this boy  and he changed my life.
He once told something along the lines of "you have to fight to love yourself; it'll be hard but I'm sure you will"
So here I am fighting.

I might fall and tremble but I swear I’m trying to stop hating myself.
I'm trying to let go.

The day I do,
I will scream at the top of my lungs,
Because I'm not a forest fire but I'm the forest itself.

And so are you.