You are not for everyone. There are poems within you that
people will not be able to handle, storms surging through your bones that young
men and women will never be able to weather.
See, you have a love inside of you that will
ooze from your very veins like honey on a hot day and you will never be able to
stop it. You’re going to fall deeply in love with the wrong world – the kind of
world young girls dream of, the kind of world where people say how they feel
and love whom they love. You will forever be attached to the deep parts of
those you tangle yourself within, though they will never get their hands dirty
long enough to uncover the treasure that hums within your dancing pulse.
You
are going to be misunderstood in the way you care, for you will love people not
for what is obvious within them, but for what is hidden beneath their masks.
You are not going to revel in their freckles, you will not compliment the hues
within their eyes. You are going to live for the way they breathe in the cold
December air, watching as their chest rises and falls like your very heartbeat.
You are going to live for the way their pupils dilate when they talk about
something they are truly passionate about, when their cheeks flush from a
compliment or the unexpected brush of your foot against their leg.
No,
you are not for everyone. You are never going to be able to stop yourself from
screaming your love from rooftops, you will never be able to play it cool. You
are the kind of person who will worry about the strangers you see in grocery
stores, the kind of person who will stay up at night wondering about your fifth
grade crush, hoping that the sun is setting beautifully wherever they rest
their head.
For
that, I hope you protect yourself.
I
hope that you do not let the world condemn you for being too loud, too
expressive, too soft; that you do not let it convince you to be perfect instead
of real. I truly hope that you celebrate the fact that you are not for
everyone, that you are not impressing the kinds of people who were built on the
foundations of a sad world. If there is anything you do, please, let yourself
rejoice in the fact that you do not fit in, that you think differently, because
there is a chaos that laughs inside of you and it is going to change lives. It
is going to make even the cynics believe again. It is going to grow love from
thorn and glass.





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