downtown galaxy - my poetry

the people with open hearts

people like her are kind, far too kind.

people like her make the sun a little brighter and the breeze a little sweeter. they're the brightest in a string of fairy lights, not dimming the others, but rather, glowing a glow all too rare and all too mesmerizing.

she's kind. far too kind. she'll wait while you're breaking down and she'll greet you with the softest smile and a warm hug and what did i do to deserve this? all i did was hurt. all i did was cry. all i did was break down and this stranger is here telling me that i'm worthy.

the first thing i noticed about her were those bright eyes. like she's seen the cosmos and they're trapped in her eyes and there's no better place for them to shine.

another girl that i love once wrote about how she's so weak for other's kindness and i can't help but agree.

because kindness is there to dry tears and murmur comfort, to listen and learn, to save the lonely and flickering.

because kindness is there for the crying girl in the bathroom stalls, for the lonely girl at 3am, for the aching girl with words tumbling out and

and her. she's going far and wide, she's armed with her smile and her ineffable good and she's going places. i can only send my love with her and hope that my memory lingers, the girl with the tears and the eternal gratitude.

i've crossed paths with an angel. i hope my luck hasn't run out yet, because i'd like to again. i'd very much like to again.