A Dirty Thirty, For The Lies I May Have Told Myself (30/30)

Another entry taken down earlier than published. No time to get into the inspirations. I hope the title of this article, and the piece itself, are explanatory enough.  

2/30:

If your heart is ever broken, write something beautiful/

everyday until it is over/

Write bright holes in your dark situation/

 until it feels like you are staring at the stars/

Exhale at every piece made, and give each one the breathe of life/

Pray to the sky, like it is made of ears and emotions/

 Like one of these nights, your glistening sky will breath back at you and tell you how your bright days are going to happen/

Pray until you see almanacs in your albums/

 Pray until that voice in the back of your mind no longer tells you that you should care/

 He doesn't care/

Neither does she/

Why do you?/

 Why aren't you writing?/

 How did you forget that friends are fickle, business interests are separate, and that your heart is best left alone?/

Your nights are dark because you gave your universe to someone who has yet to appreciate the backyard you've introduced them to/

And have yet to replenish your own set of stars in your sky/

Stop sitting up in the dark, if you're not going to be writing/

Stop facing the ugly, if you aren't going to create something beautiful/

Don't kill yourself, Theon/

You're killing yourself, like this/

You need love/

And the only love that works for real, is the love that has to come from you/

You don't have to go to sleep if you don't want to/

Sit up under the stars/

Make love to yourself/

Laugh at your own jokes/

And make fun of the people who aren't quick enough to catch the punchlines/

You need you, Theon/

I need you/

Don't ever/ 

Give up on me/