“We say we love ourselves but allow others to mistreat us. How?”

All those years now mean nothing besides lessons and memories. Eventually they’ll fade, you’ll fade, and the scars that once haunted me will be mere trophies of my resilience.

Stop looking for forever in temporary people.

I hope you learn to let go of all the things not meant for you.

I’m sorry never made it better. I just let it suffice.

I hate and love that there’s no hiding who I am from you.

There will be those who seek to destroy you and everything you stand for. No matter what, keep building.

I’ve defined love in so many ways before this moment, but this is by far my favorite.

He stares at me and I know, I know for once that I mean the world to someone.

Why are you waiting around for someone who has not chosen you.

You’re supposed to help your partner progress and push them to be the best version of themselves.

She went through a snowstorm just to lie by his side. He wouldn’t even walk through the rain.

You were never worth the chase and I was always worth the effort.

No one knows how bad this hurts and I won’t tell them Cause I know I’m going to stay and I don’t feel like being judged for it.

I’m sorry is no longer a healing balm. It won’t happen again is just another lie.

Love me to the bone beneath the nerves beyond my mistakes beneath my veins and even as my heart breaks. Love me entirely or not at all.

I’m stuck between loving life and losing my faith in humanity.

It’s okay to water your own plants. Expecting the rain to come when your plants haven’t fully grown, will stall your blooming. Don’t wait for others.

So may you love my roots and my thorns, just as much as you love the rose that I am —but don’t pick on my petals.

Love is meant to inspire you, and add positive energy to your soul. It is not meant to make you feel drained and powerless.

One day love will come in form of somebody who wants to give more than take, and you will know why love is rare.

The moon is not bound to make any sense to me yet always it reminds me of you. -Choosing you.

There is no better way to convey your love than by showing up for the people who matter to you.

My love is like a trigonometry problem simplified by my heart’s mint green genies, the broken being in me sings a million epiphanies, my life is but colors spilled in polaroids of caring butterflies.

Steal back your heart – self-love.