Beneath

Life

I hate labels, so who am I to give them to people? Why does everything have to be in certain categories? When did it stop being enough to just be?

I’m guilty of it, yet it angers me. I’m so human and I don’t want to be ashamed of that. It’s a beautiful thing, to be human in a world where people strive so hard not to be.

I’m sorry for the way I treat you. And I know you don’t have a reason to believe I’ll change, I didn’t try for so long. I am now, but it’s so painfully slow that I continue to hurt you.

I want to look back on life in ten years and be proud of the life I lived, because for so long, i couldn’t say I was proud of the things I did, the person I was. And I’m starting to, it’s just different.

I love you. Beyond words, beyond phrases. It’s the way your eyes burn first thing in the morning, and the smile that dances on your lips when you see me.

I’m happy. You amplify it.

I’m not perfect.

I don’t want to be.

I’m done being everything but who I am.

I’m Kristen.

And I’m happy to say I’m proud to be me.

Mistakes and flaws.

I’m beautiful.

You’re beautiful.

I want to shine with you until we burst into supernovas,

stardust across the eyes of the world.

Whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same <3