you are someone's universe
or galaxy or the brightest star in
their night sky.
you are precious, my love.
you are needed,
more than you could ever think.
you are in their thoughts,
memories of you linger in their minds
like the fresh fragrance
of roses.
they think about you
every day;
each passing second and minute.
you are deeply loved, and
your life matters.
you are not to be blamed,
my love.
life gets difficult sometimes, things
do not go as planned,
rejections and failures happen
but that doesn't mean
life isn't beautiful or you have to
give up.
your day is just not here yet,
my love.
so don't give up, and
don't taint your arms with strokes
of crimson red.
you are an amazing person.
you are braver than any soldier
to walk on this planet.
your battle scars
are what makes you beautiful;
wear them like a medallion
and be proud of them.
because battle scars will heal,
death doesn't.