“Like the mountain, she rises above every challenge, every mistake, every heartbreak.”

It took me a long time but I finally met people who made me stop craving you.

when the oceans heart breaks and the mermaid cries, her tears become sea glass-a gentle reminder that sometimes beautiful things come from pain.

It was only when I accepted the end of our story, Was i able to begin a new chapter with a better man.

You are the love I always knew I deserved.

He told me that I was too much, that I gave too much, that I loved too much. But now I know he wasn’t enough.

Darling why do you always run from the things that scare you?

Remember me as a wanderer wild, with bright blue eyes and a heart of golden fire.

Today I am broken but tomorrow I will be gentle, I will be kind and i will bloom again.

You were a lost boy the summer you tried teaching me how to fly.

If loving you made sense the universe wouldn’t have let us go our separate ways.

I know he was toxic but at the end of the day a piece of me loved him and that’s hard to forget.

He likes to pull me in close, rub my nose against his. I didn’t know love could be sweet and tender like this.

I want a love that shouts from the rooftops holds me close in bed, wants to show me off and will forever hold my hand.

I found my words when I left you. Maybe the dark was worth the light.

We were two hungry hearts broken by past love and brought together for one reason or another. But my heart was hungrier than yours and in the end you left me starving.

You didn’t know how to let the wild rise in me. You thought it was your job to tame me.

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.

Sad birds still sing.

It hurt the most when you are trying to fit in the place who are not meant to.

I push people away because I’m afraid if I get hurt, I might not heal again. I push them so away. I paint my walls so good they can’t recognize me anymore. I don’t give people a chance.

And every person you love breaks your heart is that why you call love so hard?

How many tears and how much pain. Before I stand up tall and rise again?

Once I was the sun. The sun that burnt so bright it lit up everyone’s sky. The sun ran out of fuel. The sun that died under its own weight. The sun that sucks on the light of others now. The sun is now a black hole, itself.

Don’t be afraid to love all your broken pieces. They will finally wether with the waters of ages, shrinking into friendly gemlike pebbles that are soft to your soul.