“Those who try to break you, come shattered themselves.”

I am suffocated by the arms, I once called home.

In my quiet is when the voices in my head get the loudest.

Within me lies an abundance of love that your ego was too blind to see.

Perfection is what I craved, from a far from perfect world.

All burdens are gifted heavy, but through you runs a abundance of strength strong enough to carry it.

My skin will continue to carry your memories, even if my mind wants to forget.

There is strength in breaking and becoming.

I refuse to be strong for them, for I’m allowing myself to embrace my weak.

Beauty now lies behind some of the deepest of scars where pain once called home.

There is magic in shattering, for the most beautiful masterpieces are made from broken glass.

They ask me what it is to be a woman, as if I have to explain what it is to be a human.

I’ve seen far too many people lose their chance, waiting for others to catch up.

Never allow for temporary thoughts take over the permanence of your heart.

Alas, we found ourselves living in a broken world with sad souls but happy masks.

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

And suddenly days slowed down when I didn’t have you by me.

You closed the book before we could reach the end.

Muses are born from a soul that is aching but I would sacrifice the most beautiful art if I could stop one heart from breaking.

Are we still in the same world? Then why do I feel so far away from you? As if our two worlds were separated.

When they try to break you down let the rain nourish your roots; let yourself flourish away.

You decided you loved me when I decided I was done waiting.

Talking to you wrecks me because it is a glimpse into what I could have had if only.

Love, let go you’re holding on to things you no longer know – release.

Missing you like you no longer exist.