“I will never again give someone half of me when they weren’t even worthy of a piece.”

That night I fought and I fought but your hold was stronger yet I knew even your hands could not hurt me more than your love has.

Your love is not just a feeling but a knowing.

And so she left, whereas then, she realized that just because she was planted here, does not mean here is where she has to grow.

Darling remember we are all the same with different coverings.

They wished you a home full of hurt but you deserve a home full of healing.

To the girl I used to be I appreciate you for a seed won’t bloom without its soil.

She pulled the thorn from her side and turned it into a rose.

Though I sleep with nightmares of the one who hurt me I wake up with the one who heals me.

In the morning she’s my sunshine and at night she’s my star.

I love to watch you become everything she said you couldn’t be.

You ground me as my roots grow I spread like wildflowers all over you.

I’m a prisoner with no charge a sack of bones in varnished flesh walking around hoping somebody will root me.

Our pollen you thought infected us fed our bees and kept us growing.

And even in my waking hours, I still dream of you.

You’re my crescent moon not perfect but beautiful.

The moment she kissed me was the moment I let him go.

If your heart is broken it doesn’t mean it can’t love again.

Give love a chance and wait for the magic it makes your life.

How is it that we mourn the shattered pieces of the love we willingly broke?

In a world where insensitivity and indifference are overrated. Don’t lose faith in love and warmth. You may feel lost and worn out, but the most magical and the richest place will always be a kind heart.

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 first supermoon of the year comes with a lot of love even if it’s clouded by heartache for some.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it – to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

Washing your face is self-love, brushing your hair is self-love, playing with makeup to dress up, or be creative, is self-love. If you did anything for yourself today, I’m proud of you.