I know you think
you're irreparably broken and that your're lungs are
filled with posion from kissing boys who don't even know
your name, but baby I'm telling you your eyes are the color
of the ocean and one day a boy is going to get lost in them and
never leave your side and you'll learn how to love and how
to be loved, and how to give yourself to someone without
forgetting how to breathe. one day it's going to be okay.
be alive to see it.
