Ma. Kyla Maru A. Magcamit

if the stars refuse to shine over you and the flowers are shy to bloom in your presence then be your own universe, stretch towards the sun and blossom for you alone @chem.icalhearts here’s to being a wildflower blooming where you don’t expect me to, growing the way i choose to, carrying my heart in my sleeve, surviving on a little love and heartache, rising from the ground wiser and braver, strong to withstand a change in seasons @chem.icalhearts Yes, I am fragile— the littlest of things rattle me far more than you think they’re supposed to. My fear chains me to the ground beneath my feet. My anger swells and screams and gets ugly. My sorrow makes me drown in my own bed. Disappointment is a ghost that follows me everywhere; heartache is a friend that seemingly never leaves. I feel everything, sometimes all at once. I feel them too much and for that, I am thankful. If it wasn’t for my sensitive heart, I wouldn’t be able to find happiness in the most mundane of affairs. I wouldn’t hear melodies in raindrops or see the hope in sunrise. I wouldn’t appreciate the warmth of my morning coffee or the smell of new books. I wouldn’t want to take photos or sing in the shower or dance without the music. If it wasn’t for darkness, I wouldn’t have learned how to make light. I wouldn’t have taught myself how to navigate the map of my mind— how to recognize the places where I ought to stay and when I should start walking away. I still feel everything and too much, but I know now how to hold myself kindly and rebuild after falling apart. For teaching me how to love myself this way, I have my fragile heart to thank. @chem.icalhearts i know about the voices— the ones that keep you up at night and coax you into believing there is no place in this world for you. i know about the scribbled notes on worn out pages and the password-protected letters on your phone. i know about the sharps kept in your skirt pockets and how you turn to them for comfort. i know about the lying, the practiced smile, and the quiet breaking. i know your pain more than i know my favorite color or the name of my first love. i know how deep their words pierced and how hard they bruised your faith. i know all of this and more. you might never understand why it had to be you, but this i am sure of. someday, you will look in the mirror and not despise the girl you see. someday, you will learn to recognize the love that you deserve and the person that deserves you. someday, you will be proud of the woman you’ve become. you and i will finally meet when that day comes. @chem.icalhearts i remember it now. when the world falls asleep, i would climb out of bed walk on empty streets, wait for blinding headlights hope the driver’s too drunk to notice the small girl in baby pink pajamas wandering around aimlessly it was one of those nights, wasn’t it? i met you in the middle of the open road, waiting staring into nothing, drowning in your thoughts the last time i saw someone looking this empty and lost, i was standing in front of a mirror maybe that is why i stayed. every cursed night meeting at the crossroads where your street and mine intersects, quiet not a single word spoken, yet every second spent feels as if you’re holding me close maybe that is why i cared. 1/2 every cursed night we placed our broken hearts in each other’s hands, cradling them as they cry and then sigh in unison, finally breathing easy with a friend between flickering streetlights maybe that is where i learned the love that i know now. maybe that is why i am still here. @_chemicalhearts__