One day I am going to write you a poem that is so beautiful that you will cry and never doubt your existence again. I will write you a poem so painful you will never have to hold a blade to your wrist because this will be more than harsh enough. I will write you a poem whose stanzas are blush and periods are mascara, and you will never touch makeup for you will already be stunning. One day I am going to write you a poem that will make you happy. And it will be beautiful.