You are the city I grew up in.
To be happy is the goal that most people in this world strive for, but very rarely achieve. How can you possibly be happy every day, every second, every moment? Truth is, you can’t.
Tell them how beautiful they are no matter what anyone else says.
Pitting me against them
in this insidious rivalry
that girls are taught and grow into
for a man or boy’s affections
is not something for me to be grateful for.
You will see it when you stand up for yourself
and you are told how arrogant you are amongst your sex
because ‘it isn’t ladylike to raise your voice.’
They say that numbers count. The only time that numbers count is how many times you get up again after you have fallen and failed.
I am an open book of the messes I have made and completely, utterly selfish about you.
I read something in the paper and it made me think about you. This is what it said: Our lungs contain 300,000 million capillaries. And this is why I thought of you.