“Seek the love that you deserve & only then will you learn the value of self-worth.”

We’re a creation of words, constantly looking for acceptance in places we don’t belong.

To grow up is to experience all sorts of heartaches & still manage to see the beauty in every pain.

To love you is to drown every day & still crave the taste of the ocean.

Just like flowers; we shed, only to learn how to prosper again.

I was left with a fragile heart yet, I learned to embrace all my broken pieces.

You were a beautiful dream but dreams dont last long.

I’m seeking endings for tales that have never begun.

You will know your worth eventually & you will heal with time; slowly, yet beautifully.

We drift through life seeking second chances only to lose them once they’re given to us.

I seek calmness in between your words, amidst the chaos that consumes mine

Just like the moon. Keep glowing even when darkness is consuming you.

Perhaps we were meant to end so this heart of mine learns how to love itself again.

One day; you will learn to love yourself just enough to let them go.

It was beautiful for as long as it lasted, you’ve felt it all & now it’s time to move on.

I left because I knew; no matter how much I loved you, my love for myself was far greater.

When they break you; collect your broken pieces & bloom elsewhere. For you’re a flower in the land of those who love you.

Even when you’re at your worst, you deserve a pair hands that hold you up with love.

There is but one way I know of conversing safely with all men; that is, not by concealing what we say or do, but by saying or doing nothing that deserves to be concealed.

Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it good and hard.

I really hope that I can be helpful in that journey because I do believe that women deserve the same pay. We work just as hard as men do. I’ve been working, playing tennis, since I was three years old. And to be paid less just because of my sex – it doesn’t seem fair.

There is a person inside of me who deserves kindness.

She deserved her skies of rainbows, after the many storms her mind endured.

If the love includes you doubting your own worth it is not a love worth keeping.

Your trauma is never indicative of who you are and how well you deserve to be loved.