writing/poetry

i am often hard to love. i go through dark periods like the moon, i hide from myself. but i promise i will kiss your wounds when they are hurting even if they are in your soul, i will find them with the light in my fingertips. i will lead you to the river so you can remember how beautiful it feels to be moved by something that is out of your control. when our dark periods match, we can breathe with the grass and look at the night sky. the stars will remind us of the beauty in our struggles. we wont feel lost anymore