Live because you can.
Fuck because you like your man.
Pull through because some people don't want you to.
Love because it makes you want to.
Hate yourself because you can't change.
Celebrate because that makes you strange.
Touch yourself to know you're alive.
Let him touch you to help you survive.
The warmth from your soul will warm your heart's cold,
If you imbibe the beauty of everything you hold.
Learn to need yourself more than others do,
Continue only if everything still seems new.
Swallow the wrath of everything you do wrong,
Con yourself into being true all along.
End everything when you devise a better plan and start again;
Bathe yourself in joy, and only just wear pain.
Watch your life being lived from afar;
It's not only in your galaxy that you're the brightest star.
Let your mind run wilder than your body can,
Be your worst critic, and your most expressive fan.
Laugh at the end of every activity you complete
Find a place in the sky and only just float on your feet.
The canvas of your existence is clear;
Colour it with shades of everything you hold dear.
Note: Published in my college magazine
Fuck because you like your man.
Pull through because some people don't want you to.
Love because it makes you want to.
Hate yourself because you can't change.
Celebrate because that makes you strange.
Touch yourself to know you're alive.
Let him touch you to help you survive.
The warmth from your soul will warm your heart's cold,
If you imbibe the beauty of everything you hold.
Learn to need yourself more than others do,
Continue only if everything still seems new.
Swallow the wrath of everything you do wrong,
Con yourself into being true all along.
End everything when you devise a better plan and start again;
Bathe yourself in joy, and only just wear pain.
Watch your life being lived from afar;
It's not only in your galaxy that you're the brightest star.
Let your mind run wilder than your body can,
Be your worst critic, and your most expressive fan.
Laugh at the end of every activity you complete
Find a place in the sky and only just float on your feet.
The canvas of your existence is clear;
Colour it with shades of everything you hold dear.
Note: Published in my college magazine
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