breathe
you
are your worst inner demon.
you destroy
the beautiful things you’re given
with such sharp words
with such angry thoughts
with such strong hands.
and you
are unaware of how much you hurt people.
you exude a love of life,
even though this love
—shallow, but begging to be whole—
is more often found
once at a high school party
than once in a lifetime, i know.
and people
are drawn to that
and you let them
get just close enough to hurt you
so you can hurt them back.
you say you will never be that person,
the one who uses fingers
to rip instead of to mend
to scar instead of to cherish
to point to what you think belongs to you instead of what you actually own,
because you are terrified
to own only yourself
with only the hole inside of you
as shelter
and only your own arms
to wrap around yourself
when you remember too much pain.
you were fine before.
but after,
you are not the same.
i see you
and i see
all that you are
encapsulating all that you could be
if you could call that abyss a pothole
instead of a grave
an obstacle you trip over
instead of a bed you make every day
every day
over and over
and over again.
i am tired
of you treating me
like i am too small to make a difference
like my voice does not matter because i don’t use it.
i think you say this
because
you are too afraid
that you will not be anybody when you leave
that no one will love you
that no one will remember you.
but i will. i’ll remember everything.
the good,
the bad,
and the lonely.
and i wish
you could see yourself
the way you should be seen.
you are scared to change the world
because you believe it means
changing yourself.
but
you were created
to change
to leave impacts
on people
and things
and places
that will only remember you for what you did
not who you are
because this world
does not have a good memory.
so relish your ability
to demand air from the atmosphere around you
to create reactions
in others
to create responses
to living, breathing things
and know that,
someday,
someone will see that,
even if that someone
isn’t you.
learn how to love your ability
to make things
respond to you
with every step you take.
Force of Nature,
Force of Destruction,
Hurricane,
Firestorm,
my love,
my darling,
you must love yourself.
because, if you do not,
then i cannot love you.
you must care
enough about you
to not self-destruct
so i do not destroy myself
trying to fix you.
because i
am not the invincible superhero
you think i am
and i
cannot always save you
when you cannot save yourself.
i say all these things
to the girl
staring at me
in the mirror.
i think
she hears me.