There’s nothing I want more than to be closer to my creator. For you have shaped my skin and bone. Made every beauty mark and scar. You stretched out the subtle space between my two front teeth. You made my hair so wild, it even defies gravity, and my skin the very shade of the earth, that we walk upon.
All this, so that I would remember to love myself, never settling for less than I deserve. You made sure to send people into my life who would help teach me, patience. Molded me with kindness and fire, so that I could push through adversity. You made a rough draft of my life, crumbled it up into a ball and said, I’ll let her decide. Whether she will or will not follow all my signs.
Love me either way, but constantly remind me that really, truth and raw beauty lies inside.
Once upon a time, there lived a star. She was obsessed with the idea of love, so she would watched as all the other stars shot across the galaxy to meet one another in unity… But because she was too fearful to give her heart away, too afraid to join all the other shooting stars, she waited and waited, until she grew older. So much older, that all she began to attract were cold, small, lifeless rocks. She unknowingly began to warm all the rocks nearby with all the things she imagined love to be like. These rocks would soon form an orbit, all rotating around her light. But her poor heart, she kept it in a jar protected by a ring of fire. Far from harm, but also so far away from love. And this is the story of the sun and how our planets were formed.
The room is dark.
Lit only by the faint shimmer of a candle, burning.
I had wrote something melancholy, but full of life and passion for you.
I planned on leaving it somewhere I knew only you would find, but then suddenly I changed my mind.
Anxiety creeped up over my shoulders and and found its way inside. Underneath my skin.
Will he appreciate your words?
Will he think of all the time that it took you to write such a profound letter?
Would he…no he couldn’t possibly understand or care about the thoughts that dwell in your mind late at night that provoked such a letter.
The embodiment of romance, I thought or maybe it’s a representation of fear.
That’s why it’s burning.
That’s why the faint shimmer has dimmed and the light that once lived has receded.
All that lives here now is fear and girl trapped in her mind, in a dark room