“Time heals but only when nourished with love. The only possible cure for heart break is to love again.”

I honor pain, for it is because of pain my touch has become tender, my words kinder and my heart humbler.

Fault was neither yours nor mine, its just that it wasn’t the right time.

My heart will always be more yours than it will ever be mine.

I’m just as broken as i seem not to be.

I had gone so blind in fixing your broken pieces i forgot to see how you kept breaking mine.

You said i was your forever, so where are you now my lover?

Ripped in pieces soaked in love, unheard battles all won, I’m proud of you heart of what you’ve become.

Love is only pain in disguise.

Breathing is hard, my mind and heart both at war. This anxiety makes my living so hard!

If you knew the way you made my heart break and eyes tear, you would curse your existence .

I wonder how many heartaches must i conquer, to finally find a love that stays?

I am fire, carrying the potential to burn whole forests down, and only because it feels inconvenient i will not settle for a flame.

Don’t look at her kind eyes and mistake it for kindness, you are yet unaware about the audacity in her bones and strength in her veins.

I want someone to kiss my scars and tell me I’m beautiful still, that even after my scars I’m worthy to be loved and seen, i want someone to tell me that warriors do not come clean.

And in return for all the love i gave you, all you ever gave me was pain and heartbreak.

Woman have been warriors since the beginning of time, some of us fighting to even be born.

To rise after a fall, oh what an idea to haul. What you think would hold you, More often than not, turns your white soul into cold blue.

Small steps. I’ve been trying to treat myself better. I like to do my make up in the morning. I repeat some affirmations. Something for me.

The soul is healed by being with children.

You cannot always control what goes on outside. But you can always control what goes on inside.

I stay kind, for the hurt in me knows, pain needs love to heal.

I go as hard as I can when I’m anxiety-free.

Just let go – and fall like a little waterfall.

So darling, pick up those pieces and make something beautiful out of them because you can. You might have to bake them hot to rejoin them but trust me, it’s worth it.