There are a lot of things I want to say to you.
Like an endless bunch of baby stars born out of the nebula.
And an enormous byte of data which thrown into the space this very second.
But you’re miles across.
Sitting right there, as if we were so close.
Sending heart emoji that is barely there.

Oh, there you are.
You’re not here.
And I’m not there.

There are a lot of words I want to type right now.
Like a whole ocean ready to swallow everything else.
And endless rays of light burning up the ground.
But nothing came out like it was supposed to be.
Just a blurb of things, trying to line up.
Making burst of emotions, ready to explode.

There they are.
Lines, out of nowhere.
Me, trying to breathe.

With long glittery nails, you wear your confidence casually.
Like breathing, like dancing in the rain.
Like every flower that blooms for you.

With that black dress that only fits you, you wear your past foolishness like no one else’s business.
Like the letter, you write to proof your stubbornness.
Like the yellow sun that shines only for you.

The song that you promised to sing, the passion that never failed to bring you to try again.
The word pretty never suited you.
Because you are more than that.

Never forget what you are, all the insults and the humiliation.
All the tears and all the sorrows.
Because you are born to defeat it all.
You were born to rise from the ashes of pain.
You were born to wear a crown.