fall in

fall in love with exploring yourself

not just the polished, presentable parts

but the depths you keep avoiding

the insecurities that grow louder in silence

the slow unlearning of who you thought you had to be

the truths that wait patiently

until you are ready to face them

fall in love with failure

not as an idea people romanticize

but as something that actually breaks you a little

when rejection feels personal

when doors close without reason

when you start questioning your own worth

and still, somehow

a small part of you refuses to give up

fall in love with falling in love

not just the excitement

but the vulnerability it asks for

the way you slowly let your guard down

the quiet fear of knowing

someone now has the power to hurt you

fall in love with life

in all its unpredictability

in the unanswered questions

in the almosts that stay with you longer than endings

in the goodbyes that never give you closure

because life is not always clear

it does not tie things together neatly

it happens in pieces

in brief connections

in moments that feel endless

and then disappear too soon

and maybe that is where its beauty lies

not in perfection

not in forever

but in choosing to feel everything

to carry what hurts without losing yourself

to go through it all

and still remain

soft enough

to begin again

fall in love when you stand in front of the mirror

and the comparison begins, why not you

why not your face, your life, your timing

fall in love in that exact moment

when your reflection feels unfamiliar

when you measure yourself against a world

that never knew your story

because it is not that you are incapable

not that you are unlovable

it is that you have been taught to look at yourself

through borrowed standards

you are not a lesser version of someone else

you are not a failed attempt at becoming them

you are simply you

unpolished, unfinished, still becoming

and maybe that is enough

maybe that has always been enough

~Khizra