but in the end,

all that truly matters is

the way we repair

our broken souls.

how we mend,

rise above,

and come back together.

i’m still

learning

slowly

how to

let you

go.

- progress

i’m still

slowly

learning

how to

fight for

myself.

- progress II

she was braver

than most knew,

always doubting,

belittling herself for

the sake of others.

she has spent too much

time chasing toxic people,

looking for harmony

within the midst of chaos.

they’ve unfairly convinced

her she wasn’t good enough.

i guess this was the

price she paid for carrying

a big heart in a little world.

wild things

are not meant

to be tamed.

it wasn’t until he walked

away when i realized

i needed to stop placing

my happiness in the

arms of others.

people leave,

and they often disappoint.

so i reached inside,

and pulled out everything

i’d always been expecting

to receive from the others.

i must find contentment

on my own.

it is the only way.

and what would you do if you

knew anything was possible?

what are the things that keep

you up at night?

tell me what makes your bones shatter,

and what makes them cave?

the day you completely

evaded my being,

i smiled at my heart,

and whispered-

we did it.

we didn’t end up together,

but i am still glad we met.

you cut me open,

tore my insides from

top to bottom.

you shattered my core and

taught me how to bleed.

you killed me,

allowing me to

bring myself back to life.

live wildly.

fall willingly.

love softly.

when your

heart

is heavy,

forgive.

release all

the unnecessary

weight.

- necessity

there is beauty

in letting go.

there is strength

in moving on.

- find you beauty.

find your strength

in time,

you will mend.

for now,

lie next to me.

take down

your walls.

let’s start

with an easy one,

tell me all

the things

you wished

you’d said?

i’m still healing,

yet not quite there.

there are many

things i’m not sure of,

but one thing i know,

you will not be the end of me.

there is an unsettledness in

always being too much.

people can rarely handle you.

they make you feel like you’re

not worth their time or energy.

there comes a point

when you will consider

turning yourself off,

solely for the sake of others.

i ask you one thing,

please keep yourself on.

if anything,

turn yourself up.

louder.

life was not meant

to be lived on mute.

blast yourself,

and forget anyone who

tries to change your settings.

it’s not your fault little

people cannot handle big things.

let her light carry you home.

she is destined

for the stars.

not even the moon

can stand in her way.

we are only as broken

as we convince ourselves.

brokenness is a state of mind.

and so is healing.

in the end,

you will only regret the

love you didn’t give.

locking up your heart,