Jenim Dibie

The pen, a double-edged mystery: cuts the writer, heals the reader.

Your eyes see me in ways the mirror never could.

Every avalanche was once a lonely snowflake, every flood was once an aching raindrop.

You are my favourite part of me.

The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.

Nos·tal·gia (n):A feeling that lingers long after the taste is gone.

Hearts of gold are heavy.

The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.

I hope my forgiveness reminds you,Of the part you forgot to break in me.

Remembering to live by forgetting all the places where I died.

I don't know where to go from here, So I crawl back inside me,AndTurn the lights off.

The ones who love your dark are the only light you'll ever need.

And on the days I couldn't breathe, I learned to paint air.

Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.

I write these words to touch you,My love, In places my hands can only dream of.

I live for the moments that won't die in my memory.

I write to forget the days that broke me into a million nights.

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.