you are everything lovely in the world.

twenty-one - aspiring novelist - canadian

[damnmegs]

i remember once, i laid in bed next to them and told them exactly how i saw them. every dip, every freckle and mole. the shape of their ear lobes and curve of their bottom lip. how their hair met their cheeks and the way their eyebrows furrowed when they laughed. the shape of the line their mouth made when their lips closed and the space between their teeth when it opened. how their eyes reflected overflowing forests of flowers, and sometimes cited waterfalls. i could recite every detail like a verse from the bible if need had been; drawn them on the stone walls of a cave to leave for history to discover and interpret. the look of them was scarred along my skin and pierced into my tongue, begging constantly to be spoken of. it didn't matter if they were no longer mine; they were remembered.

you are remembered.

[damnmegs]

my soul leapt out of my chest long before i had the chance to ask you to dance. but oh, how i would have, if my soul hadn't taken the lead.

if you blink, you might miss it.

[damnmegs]

i hope that this year, you get to be who you really want to. i hope that you get to kiss that pretty girl that sits across from you in class. i hope that the boy you've watched play basketball every day at lunch, finally holds your hand. i hope you get to feel real love this year. i hope you don’t allow others to manipulate your happiness. i hope you choose to be yourself. this world had been waiting for you, for so long, its finally time to give yourself to it.

you are everything lovely in the world.

[damnmegs]

a new year, i thought, what a wonderful thing. people seen, lessons learned, some where we rose just to fall. but perhaps, just perhaps, next year could be something better, after all.

new year, improved me.

[damnmegs]

please, remember to hug your grandparents when you see them. it doesnt have to be long, it can be a quick hug, a quick kiss, a quick “i love you.” they are such special people, and they won't be around forever. of all the things i regret, allowing having mine in my life to feel “normal” is one of the biggest.

if you are lucky enough to still have a grandparent around, be it one, two, three or more. pick up the phone and call them. talk to them. leave a voicemail. call them back the next day. drive yourself to their house. have a friend drive you to their house. a parent, a cab, a bus, or bike, run, walk. 

make a point to see them, make a point to love them just a little longer.

i would do anything in this world, to have five minutes to sit on the couch in my grandma and grandpa’s living room, with my grandpa laying on the love-seat to my right; feet up and head propped by a pillow. five minutes to sit there and watch family feud. five minutes to feel his presence and hear his laugh.

please, hug them. if not for you, for me, and for all of the grandchildren out there who can do nothing but feel their overwhelming absence.

[damnmegs]

there are few things i could name that were as comforting as the reverberating hum of your laugh.

its been two years, i still miss you every day.

[damnmegs]

“its christmas.” you whispered, voice sleepy and mumbling next to me. i could feel the warmth forming in my belly before my eyes had even opened. every morning was this joyful, with you.

you are everything lovely in the world.

[damnmegs]

let love consume you, let it fill you so full that there are no corners of your body left untouched by it. live to be touched by it.

this world is only as wondrous as you allow it to be.

[damnmegs]

why is it that i hadn't seen you begin to drift, until you were too far from my reach?

if you blink, you might miss it.

[damnmegs]

he used to make faces to my sister and i when our grandma would tell him what to do. then he would laugh, and do what he was told. i guess thats what love is.

its been two years, i still miss you every day.

[damnmegs]

Hello! When did you start writing?

i started writing pretty young, i was around nine when i started poetry!

thanks so much for the question!

[damnmegs]

there are universes trapped within in your eyes, so why do you insist on acting so small?

you are everything lovely in the world.

[damnmegs]

your body was wilderness begging to be discovered. hair soft as moss, breath warm as the rays of the sun, voice light as the wind that flowed through the trees. your skin was the greatest adventure, smooth and detailed as the earth beneath me. how lucky i was to explore you.

you are everything lovely in the world.

[damnmegs]

this ending is just a rebirth, my love. you are being set up to discover yourself again. enjoy it.

you were made for this universe, not for a person.

[damnmegs]

i was made for many things, and as my fingers finished gracing your skin, i knew. sometimes, people are made for people, too.

you are everything lovely in the world.

[damnmegs]

you have always meant something. with or without them, you still do. they've moved on, you no longer need to hold them up so high that they block the sun. you will miss them, it will hurt like hell, it will feel like the world has stopped spinning. move on, leave them behind, let the sun shine on you. they've moved on, you can, too.

you were made for this universe, not for a person.

[damnmegs]

with you, it was okay to speak my mind. with you, i was heard.

you are everything lovely in the world.