Let me write about you....

Just because I don’t tell you my problems doesn’t mean I don’t have any.

Sometimes we need silence which isn’t the lack of sound. But the voice of someone you so long awaited, because it at last brings peaceful silence to the chaos in your soul.

I’m writing my pain out, hoping one day I could stop feeling the way I do.

The details that I have fed you are only tiny bits of lights that would not even form constellations of me as a whole

I feel like my heart is going to get broken pretty soon and I don’t know if I should ignore it and just roll with it or shatter it before I step on all of the shards.

The burden of a sensitive soul can be so suffocating. No matter how many walls you build up or masks you wear to prevent damage to your heart, that overwhelming feeling of helplessness never fully goes away.

There will eternally be a battle in my mind between not needing any validation but also craving someone to tell me that I’m doing things right.

my throat still burns from when i swallowed all the things i wish i’d told you

With heavens above me, hell below me, and oceans within me, your sunlight still sweeps my breath away.

I still fall for you everyday.

There is a certain beauty in a woman who is facing such cruelty in life but still manages to kiss it goodnight