I will love everything you don't and would go on loving every other thing that you could even more than you would.
I can handle it; I'm bipolar that way.
Tell me everything about yourself. I'd love to frisk you some day. Call me!
Don’t talk to yourself in such a way that if you did so to a friend, it would end your friendship.
If you had a friend dealing with the same things, you wouldn’t berate that person, say, ‘You’re not working hard enough,’ ‘You suck,’ or ‘You’re not as good as [whomever].’ You’d offer your friend encouragement, you’d try to point out all the things your friend did right, and how much progress your friend had made.
You should do no less for yourself.Be very careful how you talk to yourself. Because you are listening.
How did we get through high school without being taught Dr. King
spent two decades having panic attacks?
Avoided Windows, jumped at thunder
I think we are all part flight the fight
Part run for your life
Part ‘please please please like me’
Part can’t breathe
Part scared to say you’re scared
Part say it anyway
You panic button collector
You clock of beautiful ticks
You run out the door if you need to
You flock to the front row of your own class
You feather everything until you know you can always
Always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here
You belong here and everything you feel is okay
Everything you feel is okay.
sleep now troubled poet
let the ink in your pen rest
let the blank page be your epitaph
leave the work of immortality
to your words already written
let your essence be reabsorbed
into the universe
become the grass you called peace
become the stars you called heaven
become the heart you called love