Broken souls and heavy hearts
Shout "help!" but don't weep
We have to hear them, heal them

I am all the things that rot and you are all the things that live. I am all that has been destroyed and you are all that has been built. You are all things that bring colors and I am the void. You are all the things that shine and I am the black hole. *You are my everything and I am your nothing.

I wanted to shield you from every heartache this world would make you feel
Yet once I let you shatter after my eyes; to this day you can't be healed

I bet your favorite toy is now somewhere hidden, sitting by itself with none of its arms attached to its body. I bet if it's a toy car, its wheels are now nowhere to be found, or if it remains intact I bet wax from crayons has replaced its original paint. Yet, I bet your favorite toy remains special nonetheless. *Because that's what we do to the things we love - we destroy them, and still call that love.

internet and polaroids
life's good in pictures
curated priceless moments

and even after all these years when everything changes, i will still be here for you

so today we ought to write for the things that are undervalued and i immediately thought of you.

you, with whom greatness lies but never soars because you don't believe in such. you, where the yin and the yang meet and calmly settle. you, whom the angels brought to mankind as a blessing. you, the love of my life who cannot love thy self.

you, yes you,
you're important