If I am left,
Then he is right.
If he is day,
Then I am night.
If he is right,
Then I am wrong.
If I am dusk,
He is dawn.
If I am here
Then he is there.
If he is grounded
Then I’m in the air.
If I am weak
Then he is strong.
And if things don’t change
Soon he’ll be gone

You,
My love,
Are a walking galaxy.
So full of beauty,
Mystery,
And passion.
You,
My love,
Are a walking miracle;
The entire cosmos in a single being.
You,
My love,
Have the universe in your eyes,
The stars in your soul,
And stardust in your bones.
You,
My love,
Are brilliant in every way.
Remember that the next time
Anyone makes you feel
Any less than what you are

Since you've been gone,
I have been slowly rebuilding myself.
A garden devastated by tornado
will soon grow the most beautiful flowers.

You peeled back
all of the layers of my existence
to reveal cracks
in my weathered being.
My soul eroded and destroyed
from the harshest of rains
and the most unforgiving storms

Dear fierce,
and little warrior.
The battle you are fighting
will not be won overnight
and your sword is so heavy.
You deserve to put it down;
you deserve to rest.

I’ve resorted to making wishes on dandelions
For miracles
I know
Will never come

Why am I not good enough?