making you question

your essences.

the other type of love

will come so easily;

it will make you

question how love

could be anything else.

you cannot

grow out

from the

weeds of

bitterness.

be soft,

even when

it seems

impossible.

once the confusion settles,

the calm will come.

you must be patient.

stop looking

for love.

let it come

find you.

allow yourself

to feel the oceans

that rage inside

of you.

stop being so careful with your heart.

it is okay to let it out of its cage,

to roam free.

send it out into the universe.

see what happens,

or who it finds.

hearts were meant for breaking.

and with that,

they were made for healing.

we must see how far love will take us,

even if we get damaged along the way.

a scarred heart is stronger

than a safe one;

more cherished.

a heart must find itself in

the wrong hands once or twice,

before it finds a home in the right palms.

i am done feeling

inadequate due to

the lack of a man

in my life.

love me or lose me.

i’m not settling for

anything in between.

we’ll do anything

to be saved;
to let someone,

anyone in.

so we drink their poison,

knowing they are the thing

that is killing us,

yet liking the way their

pain burns in the spaces

left unattended.

this type of love will

scar you forever.

but at least,

this way,

we will always

remember.

when you cannot

be brave or strong,

be love.

it will lead you back

home to yourself.

come close.

show me your scars.

let us heal together.

you will never be alone.

because you have the sea,

and you always have me.

your past

has no grasp

over you.

- let it flee

open up,

and look

inside.

restore.

mend.

rejoice.

- how to rebuild

people like you

are not easily

forgotten.

people like you

last a lifetime.

if you

remain

silent for

too long,

you will

forget the

sound of

your own

voice.

- scream

love is the

answer to

every question

your heart

screams.

- listen closely

you must open

your heart,

so love can

know where to

find you.

sometimes,

your heart will

be too heavy for

others to carry.

this my love,

is why you must

learn to bear it on

your own.

find your wild.

hold it tight.

never let it go.

i found solitude in myself,

understanding the

importance of putting

my own needs before others.

it all makes sense now,

i was looking for me in

all the wrong places.

i was searching for adoration

in all the wrong people.

that heavy heart

and those sad eyes;

they are what make

you beautiful.

they are what make

you even more

human than the

rest of us.

the sun

surrenders

to the dark

every night.

this is the

type of

devotion

i need.

you were kind

and gentle

before they

came around

and convinced you