dandelions

My love for you has no title 

My love for you is my own 

My love for you is something unique 

My love for you I wish I could've shown 

I am convinced that me being alive is to also die at the exact same time

I watch the girl in the mirror decaying 

She's replaying every word she's heard 

The world saying 

About her eyes

Her Lips

To dance is to soar

To feel what it's like for the birds 

To be free in the air

If only for seconds,

Because in your mind, it will last a lifetime 

To dance is to be electric

I hate the way

Skinny is now a synonym for pretty

Pretty a synonym for happy

Happy a synonym for enough

Enough is something we will never be

She is filled with more beauty than anything else 

She is made in the very image of God 

She is crafted by His hands, formed and fixed to be divine 

She holds flowers and bugs and skies

Your hair was always beautiful,

Long and luciousous,

Everyone always loved it. 

But then you cut it off. 

Long strands fly away to the floor,

While you're in the bathroom, 

Closed door.