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.