I just thought I'd let you know that I see you. I see who you are when no one is looking. Who you are when you're alone with your thoughts. I know how scary they are. I know how scared you are. I know how alone you feel even when surrounded by a lot of people.
I see how they applaud your brilliance and all you're worried about is making everyone happy. Making everyone like you. I see how you put everyone ahead of you even when you should come 1st. How you're not scared of letting go of someone even though it kills you all because you know you aren't what that person needs.
I see how beautiful your soul is when all you see is darkness. I've managed to even know when you really smile and when you fake it because you don't want people to see your sorrow. I see how beautiful that smile is. I see how incredible that mind is. I see how pure that heart is. You hide what makes you different instead of embracing it, just so you'd fit in, just so you can be like everyone else.
I see you losing sight of your goals as the days go by. I see your suffering. I see how you want to share all of these things but you never want to dampen anyone's mood. I see how you've created all these walls so that no one can ever breach them.
I see beauty in you that I've never seen in anyone else before. I just wish you'd open your eyes and see it too.
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Monday, June 2, 2014
Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda
Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. Pablo Neruda |
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