“Don’t let your soft kind heart be hardened by those who failed to treasure its beauty, beloved.”

Now I just say my words bleed from wounds that never healed.

Strength runs through our veins that’s why even when we fall we always get up.

Don’t be deceived beloved no one really knows what they’re doing.

I tried to write you something uplifting but I could only see grey.

It’s the holidays that mean to spread love and cheer to all who are near.

Trust can burn bridges and as easily burn them down, don’t play with it.

Breathe my dear, just breathe and this too shall surely pass it will not break you.

I am done apologizing for things I have no need to be sorry for.

And why is it that we smile, even though deep down despair eats our hearts?

I’ll say it again even though I say it all the time whatever is meant to be for me will indeed surely be mine.

I did everything I could to make it work I was casting nets into the ocean and all they were doing was returning back empty.

You ask me questions that you don’t want to know the answer to.

You say you want variety and yet you are too busy painting all your walls the same color.

Fly me to the moon but desert me there that I might finally breathe.

We wilted – like weeping willows wallowing wistfully in the wind.

You are not your pain you are pure infinity and a little more.

There is no greater sorrow than that of a soul, moving through the tunnels of hope, holding on to the beautiful past while drowning in a pool of darkness all alone, all alone.

There’s beauty in the imperfections of what we do and our value’s so much more than being a size two.

And just like that, he told me that I was beautiful. Without knowing all the wars I wage against myself.

Down to the marrow in your bones, you will always be beautiful to me.

The fabric of your life is a beautiful tapestry of contrast.

You’re my crescent moon not perfect but beautiful.

Sun rising slowly, frost hanging in the plush air; The skies are ablaze.

Just because you haven’t seen how wonderful, beautiful, and special she is, doesn’t mean no one else will.