You

It’s you.

You mean everything to me.
You’re the first thought in my head
in the morning when I wake up
and my last thought
before I go to bed.

You smile at me in my dreams.
When you’re sad, I feel sad
and
when I see your smile,
I feel incredible like there’s
no other thing around
and
all I can see is you.

Who Made You

who made you feel this way?
like your heart’s too heavy
and all its soft parts
are gone?

who made you feel
like this toxic thing
like no one
wants you
and you don’t belong?

who made you feel
like your scars
aren’t beautiful
and your baggage
isn’t worth carrying?