Some nights, I wish you were here. And if you were here, would you let me see beneath your beautiful? I don’t want to be a manqué, I will maneuver my way through it even though it is a labyrinth.

Some nights I feel like that is a lot to do. It seems too heavy for me . I want to wound your scars , and stay the whole night watching the stars by your side. But for a moment I think I should be your star that you can stare at day and night.

Some days I want to give you warmth. Especially on the cold days , so cold like your heart. But then, the sun can do that.

Some days I feel so full having you around. I feel complete in your presence. Extra happy where in almost all levels except physical, I feel like I am in a museum staring at a work of art. But even in a room full of art and beautiful paintings I would stare at you.

Some nights , I feel like I need no one else to complete me. I am fine by myself. I give myself all the love and attention I should have. Vibing alone we could say. Respecting my peace of mind.

Some days it feels like night .It is so dark. Those nights without the moon and many stars around .And some nights it feels like it’s daytime. I seem to possess the light within me and share it with the whole universe.

Some nights I hold my pillow at 3am and cry endlessly. And some nights I am in my room dancing at 3am.

Sometimes I smile at my phone, because of a nice text that has me blushing. And some nights I smile because I know you are enjoying me.

Sometimes , I stare at your lips and want to taste them. They seem to taste like the moon. But some days I look at them and see all the horrible words they said to me. And just stop staring.

Some days we love ourselves and some days we hate ourselves.