You don’t have to be pretty like her. You can be pretty like you.
Splatter your canvas
with rib-cracking laughter,
flares of 2:37 a.m. streetlights,
frayed and torn up sweaters,
chocolate chip waffles and hot coffee,
picture-worthy ocean salt water,
your favorite shades of dark nailpolish,
ripped up journal entries,
bonfire ashes and candle wax.
Because life is like a book that’s so bad
and cliche that it’s just so damn good,
a book you need to place on your
bookshelf and one that you continue to revise.
Life is beautiful and short and sickly sweet,
like the last rainy morning on vacation.
Frame your canvas with tears and lopsided smiles,
and don’t ever let anything
take it down.