a wildflower

I've had sex she said. But I don't know what making love feels like.

All their lives, I've been searching for the cure. Please, how can I ever heal you from the pain that you endure? Why am I unable?

Will you love me again like you loved me before? This time I want you to love me much more. This time instead just come to my bed and baby just don't let me go 🎶

Love doesn't hurt. If it hurts, it's not love. Don't confuse love with an addiction to someone. Relationship aren't easy but they shouldn't be painful either.

Your relationship is shelter, your partner is a home. Some are beautiful cabins, homes that could house a family, lofts, skyrises, or mansions, while others are run-down places with faulty wiring and roofs that leak whenever it rains. What type of relationship are you in? What type of home is your partner?

She's proof that you can walk through hell and still be an angel.

Your love will be safe with me.

You will one day meet someone who will make room in their soul for the beautiful pieces of you.

If it was my heart that you loved and my mind that you valued, you would have never let go of my hand.

Looking at pictures on my phone and I said I didn't miss you but I lied. I told myself I let you go.

There was a sweet song in your absence, a melody I had not heard before I lost you. A sonic sound of freedom echoed against the walls of an empty room, once occupied by us. Losing you was the first step to finding something better to believe in.

Love me in a thousand, tiny, unsaid ways.

We open up unfinished parts, broken up, it's only love.

I wish that you could see the pain that I've seen and all of the times I spent being not me. I'm trying my best to be okay. I'm trying my best but every day it's so hard.

I can only hope that the bleeding is over now. I can only hope that the pain subsides somehow.

'Cause I took so much time to reset my life, but in just one look, I'm back.

The Spaces Between My Fingers