I think that if you let me,
I'd treat you like the sky.
I'd join up all your insecurities,
bundle all your flaws
into a new constellation,
and search for it endlessly.
I know you don't see yourself
the way I see you
and you still argue
when I call you beautiful.
But all the things you can't stand
about yourself
are all the things I can't
go a day without.
I think if you let me,
I'd build an observatory
just to show you
that all the stars in the universe
will never shine as brightly
as you.
YOU ARE READING
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Poezjathis is the recipe of life said my mother as she held me in her arms as i wept think of those flowers you plant in the garden each year they will teach you that people too must wilt fall root rise in order to bloom - rupi kaur
