I wouldn’t feel so bad about the tears that flow from my eyes if I knew they’d go on to become waterfalls.
I wouldn’t miss them as much as I did the moment they rolled down my cheeks if I knew that someday, they would sustain the life of someone who feels the way I feel right now.
I wouldn’t regret the heartache I endured if I knew that somehow my sad song would play in the ears of someone who was at their breaking point.
I wouldn’t regret it if I knew they’d hear the story I left behind; written in heart ache and signed with bleeding fingers.
The breaths I struggle to take at night wouldn’t bother me so much if I knew that someone found me breathtaking.
If I knew that the lining of their lungs were painted with images of me.
Graffiti-ed walls that tell a story that words fail to articulate.
That wouldn’t bother me.
I wouldn’t mind the absence of the stars in my sky if I knew they were busy lighting up your world.
If I knew that the moon paused it’s smile for me just to give you a glance, I wouldn’t me mad.
I just want you to be happy
Even if that means I have to go without.
I don’t mind.