Perfectly happy with everything that is imperfect is one of the best places to be.
Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections.
I hope that one day you buy every single pretty dress that you’ve ever wanted. I hope you smile at all the little things. I hope you never stop singing even when people tell you that you can’t — in fact, especially then. That’s when I hope you’ll sing the loudest. I hope you buy a bracelet everywhere you go, until your whole arm is filled with them. I hope you stop beating yourself up about everything that is out of your control and I hope you’ll have the guts to speak up when something is important to you. I hope you step outside of your comfort zone. I hope you fall insanely in love with someone unexpected. I hope you forget about your scars — inside and out — and learn to be happy.
You are not beautiful in the way
That a model is beautiful.
Your nose sticks out a little too much
And your eyes always crinkle when you smile
Bunching your face together in a way
A model could never wear it.
You are beautiful in the way
That a kaleidoscope is beautiful.
You take a beautiful thing
And you make it six more beautiful things.
When I first met you
The first thing I noticed
Was how you had a smile
Brighter than the fissions of the sun.
And then as I grew to love you
I noticed that you always talk with your hands
As if you are painting a picture
And when you speak of your passion
Something burns in your eyes
And that light is more beautiful to me
Than a flame is to a moth.
I noticed how you run your fingers through your hair
When you get nervous
And how you run them through mine.
My favorite song
Is when I am sitting with you,
And the baseline of your heart beats on,
And your hand squeezes mine gently,
And your voice tells me you love me
And you are singing like the pines sing
Like a whisper and a roar
Moving the air around me.
No, you aren’t perfect
But neither am I.
And I have learned
That the notion of love itself is imperfect
And that is what makes it beautiful.
I fell for you
Like the apple fell on Newton’s head.
“What goes up must come down”
And wherever you climb to
Before you fall in love,
I was at the highest point in the world.
I wonder what happens to fireworks When they fall,
If those colors and sparks float back down to earth
Or if they stay in the air
It must be horrible
To be something so full of life like a spark,
And to have to look down
At the earth as it breathes below you,
And to have to stay in the sky.
Maybe that’s how the stars feel.
That must be how you feel before you fall in love.
You’re on a high—
You’re ecstatic and you want to know everything
About that work of art you call a person
And you want to spend hours talking to them
And you want to know their hopes and dreams and wants,
And then suddenly,
The cord that tethered you to the sky snaps
And you are hurtling towards the ground at terminal velocity
And your heart is pounding,
And you’re reaching for a hand—
And there! You find it and you hold on
And suddenly you aren’t afraid of hitting the ground anymore
Because it appears that this fall
Will never end.