Film for Her

You spoke a language that only I could understand; every world tumbling from your lips sounded like beat poetry to my ears.

Maybe you’ll forget about me

and maybe I’m okay with that.

I don’t want to have to wait to see you again.

Slow down on the Jack, my dear

you don’t want to reflect the man

you’ve been running away from.

Everyone is somebody’s fool, and I don’t think I’ll ever grow out of being yours. Here’s to another letter I’ll never send.

Everything you thought you hated actually just came from a place of deep-rooted love. You may not feel it now, but you will one day.

it was always drilled into my head as a child to perfect my talents and follow whatever it is that ignites my light—no matter how unrealistic it may seem.

it’s okay to simply live.

you don’t realize how valuable a moment is until the years have passed and time slips in between your fingers.

Can I stare blankly at the mirror and admit that who I am is just enough? I’m afraid the reflection will scream back “no.”