“he made me raw & fragile & reminded me of all the things I had not healed”

While you’re posting pretty pictures I am writing love letters to you love & our priorities.

It is not your job to carry every burden to heal every heart-your love is a divine blessing.

I said “I need a love that won’t break me” while still choosing from broken boys-self-destruction.

He told me ‘I must be a story’ but for me-he always was.

You blame your father but it was your mother who did not keep you safe -why you won’t trust women.

My sweet girl: of course he has to object project & reject for if he didn’t he’d have to admit that he loves you -wise words from her therapist’s office.

You are the only one who lost -the rest stayed.

I am proud of the love I gave you it was laced in loyalty & light.

Children raised by mothers who do not keep their children sheltered from the wrath of their fathers, end up mistrusting women.

You make the pain I make it art-the girl with the soft heart.

You can water a plant but it has to want to grow.

Is your love the storm or the lighthouse?

I will not beg you to keep me- I can house my own heart.

His fear of exile led to mine -there was room for both of us in belonging.

He tried everything to silence her except for kindness and remorse -only love softens a voice.

Don’t buy their greatest lie – social media.

Undo the buttons that close the fabric of my heart, with care. Its fragile fibres have been ripped out too many times to bear.

Some hearts are as fragile as paper, in a world where everyone breathes fire.

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

We’re fragile, fragmented souls who are very sensitive to criticism.

The Earth’s eco-system is not fragile.

A man`s ego is just as fragile as a woman`s heart.

The more I become decomposed, the more sick and fragile I am, the more I become an artist.

The significance of our lives and our fragile planet is then determined only by our own wisdom and courage.