for the slightest idea of it.

watch out for the

people who will try to

extinguish your fire.

they are not worthy

of your flames.

not too many people have

taken the time to open me up,

unfold me.

they’ve been too scared of

getting cut on my rigid edges,

thin paper cuts.

small but deep.

a sharp,

yet dull pain.

they have made me feel

as if i’m not legible;

a book not worth reading,

a novel gone unnoticed.

we can break overnight,

but healing takes eternity.

and the truth is,

there are some things

we cannot mend from,

or completely recover from.

things we cannot overcome.

perhaps some pains aren’t

meant to be left behind.

i can see her abandoned love

in those grey eyes.

he took too much life from her.

he never deserved her soft heart.

her wild soul.

she was strong,

and he simply could

not handle her aftermath.

i want you to

fall for my soul,

not my body.

to see me for

what i’ve hidden

on the inside,

not what i’ve painted

on the outside.

i want you to know

me for who i am,

not who you

want me to be.

perception

is such a

dangerous thing.

i will be your

everything

or your

nothing.

i am not

one for

undefined

in-betweens.

- millennial love

perhaps if i keep

telling myself i

don’t need love,

maybe one day

i’ll wake and it

will be the truth.

- i don’t need it.

i don’t need it.

i don’t need it.

they should not ask

you to change for them.

they will not make you

feel little or small,

unwanted,

not good enough.

they should be accepting

and supportive.

they should think you are

perfect just the way you are.

because you are.

what a cruel joke

the universe can play;

giving you everything

you’ve ever wanted,

only to then tear it away.

it’s hard to put

yourself out there.

vulnerability looks so

beautiful on us all,

but we’ve convinced

ourselves differently.

so we hide behind

our emotions,

swallowing the truth to

help hinder the pain.

hoping it will lessen

the contact of the fall.

since when did it

become the norm to

hurt the ones we love?

this whole breaking

thing never seems

to get easier.

this whole loving

thing never seems

to end well.

you were the one my heart

wanted to call her own.

you were the one my heart

couldn’t bear to lose.

you were the one she wanted

to believe in.

she needed to believe in.

you were the lesson my heart

was too stubborn to learn.

you are a subtle

ache in my spine.

the type of pain

that fades with

the season,

but never truly

goes away.

you are gone,

yet somehow

always here.

you have brought me so much pain,

there is no denying it.

perfectly wrapping

your spell around my neck,

suffocating me with every trick.

but with time,

i have healed.

i’ve finished grieving,