And this is for the people

Who can only fall asleep

When they imagine someone holding them

Here’s to the words we never heard

And the love we never got

Here’s to the worlds we never saw

And the lives we haven’t lived

Here's to our messy journals

And half baked second chances

Here’s to fairy lights

And overflowing bookshelves

Here’s to hours spent alone

And weeks spent silent

Here’s to the worlds we build in our heads

And break down in our dreams

Here’s to the insomniac over sleepers

And the cynical optimists

Who put the hope into hopeless romantic

Here’s to the mediocre overachievers

And our overflowing planners

Here’s to the people we almost were,

And the pedestals that mark their graves

Here’s to the midnight cigarettes

And the stolen deep breaths

Here’s to everything we haven’t learned yet

Here’s to the flowers that grow

in the spaces between our ribs

And the in cracks in the streets of our hometowns.

Here’s to the places you’ll go.

Here’s to the things you’ll build.

Here’s to the people you’ll love

And the ones who might love you back.

Here’s to a book that’s empty

And the pencil on the floor next to your desk.