It is okay to love a broken poem that has lost its rhyme. It is alright to love a ship with a few holes from old canons. It’s is alright to love the sea, yet you cry every time you remember the salty taste.
It is okay to love and to want to be loved. It is okay to cry and mourn the garden you planted. It is okay to be hurt. It is okay to be sad. It is okay to scream, to claw the walls, and mark your hatred. It is okay to feel. It is okay to be human.
But it is not okay to devalue what your heart beats, is it not okay to hate your reflection because of a reminder of a soft voice. It is not okay to fill yourself with other people pieces just so you can be complete.
It is not okay to wrap yourself in vines, staple yourself under his grieve. It is not okay for you to compare the sun and the light in your room, that you watch every night, wondering how you’ve never seen it.
It is okay to be mourning the loss of the girl who’s smile you once shared, who you cut yourself into to make someone happy. It is okay to mourn all those who had to swallow their bleeding tongues because someone did not like the sound of your melody. I’m sorry for those who have been crushed and nobody attended the funeral. I’m sorry
I hope we can all rise into the flames that burn in us, brighter than any light, brighter than the sun. We can unhinge the left over space of his name and we can shout our battle cries. It is okay, I remind myself. It is okay to love yourself, it is okay if that’s the only person who does. I shall reap my love and I shall fill my empty gaps with my jeweled thoughts and I shall be okay. Maybe not today and that’s okay.