If my teardrops were wishes
life would be filled with the sweetest of kisses.

It’s a dangerous and absolutely terrifying  thing to love and be loved

if you need a reason to stay:
think of all the sunsets you haven’t seen,
think of all the puppies you haven’t pet,
think of all the iced coffees you haven’t had,
or the meteor showers you haven’t witnessed.

think of your siblings,
think of your parents,
think of your friends,
they would all miss you.

i may not know you,
but you are loved.
you are needed here.
you would be missed.

i once saw this on a card
at the Museum of Modern Art
when i was 14:
fassen sie mich nicht an
“do not touch me”

no means no.
do not touch people without their consent, ever.

red was always your favorite color
now when i think about red
i just think of all the red flags
that i missed