how are you?

no

don't tell me that you're doing good

or that you are fine

you and i both know that you are so far from both of those things

so tell me

when was the last time you thought about death?

when was the last time you cried and what finally made the tears fall after all that time?

what is your story of loss?

what words break you?

what words put you back together?

when was the first time you understood the depth of the word "good bye"?

when was the first tie the only thing you could do was lay on the floor and cry because nothing else in the world made sense?

when was the last time you really and truly laughed?

can you remember that far back?

what was on your mind when you got those scars?

what lies have you believed lately?

when was the first time you understood the meaning of love?

who made you turn out the way you have become?

have you ever tried to put yourself back together again?

have anyone tried to but you didn't let them?

so tell me

do you love yourself?

how much of your skin can you find constellations in?

have you ever tried to understand your heart?

have you ever made yourself believe the lie that you aren't worth it?

why?

how is the weather in your heart?

is it a hurricane or a tsunami?

is there a fog surrounding your soul?

have you ever loved another more than you loved to breathe?

when was the last time you really and truly believed that your life was worth living?

so tell me

what made you hold on to life?

what made you let go of your feelings?

ultimately, was it someone or was it you who wrecked yourself?

when was the last time you saw the light in the dark tunnel?

so tell me

how are you, really?

A Love Story

There was once a boy who loved a girl very much. The girl, was awfully gorgeous. But the thing was, she could never love herself. People often told her how wonderful she was, how lucky, but never did she understand what they meant. And this boy saw her beauty on the outside and deep inside, and loved her with all his heart. One day, the boy found the girl crying and told her the things he loved about her. And only that way, she would stop crying. It looked as if she seemed to believe all the things the boy said about her, and deep inside, the boy truly meant it, every sentence, every word about her. 

Day after day, he thought of all the countless things he could think of about how all the things he loved about her. From the way she dresses to the way she responded each time they touch to her skin, the thing that she hated most about herself, he explained to her how she was the best thing that has ever happened to him. She would smile each time he said about the thing he loved about her and he never stopped.

One day, the boy noticed that she stopped smiling. She didn't seem to have much interest in what he had to say. He held her hand and stroked it, but she delicately pulled away. She sighed, and looked at him right into the eyes, and then stared at the empty field in front of them. She told him how happy she felt and how much she treasured each moment spent with him, but those moments, they were not enough. She was grateful that she had someone who could love her more than she did. But that was not what she wanted. She didn't want someone to loved her more than she could ever love herself, she wanted someone who could teach her how to love herself, how to love the skin she's in, how to love again. She thanked him again, and gave him a genuine smile, one that he hasn't seen in a while, and left quietly.