“I stay kind, for the hurt in me knows, pain needs love to heal.”

And if they ask you about my love, tell them of all the times you broke my heart and how i still loved you the same.

I honor pain, for it is because of pain my touch has become tender, my words kinder and my heart humbler.

Fault was neither yours nor mine, its just that it wasn’t the right time.

My heart will always be more yours than it will ever be mine.

I’m just as broken as i seem not to be.

I had gone so blind in fixing your broken pieces i forgot to see how you kept breaking mine.

You said i was your forever, so where are you now my lover?

Ripped in pieces soaked in love, unheard battles all won, I’m proud of you heart of what you’ve become.

Love is only pain in disguise.

Breathing is hard, my mind and heart both at war. This anxiety makes my living so hard!

If you knew the way you made my heart break and eyes tear, you would curse your existence .

I wonder how many heartaches must i conquer, to finally find a love that stays?

I am fire, carrying the potential to burn whole forests down, and only because it feels inconvenient i will not settle for a flame.

Don’t look at her kind eyes and mistake it for kindness, you are yet unaware about the audacity in her bones and strength in her veins.

I want someone to kiss my scars and tell me I’m beautiful still, that even after my scars I’m worthy to be loved and seen, i want someone to tell me that warriors do not come clean.

And in return for all the love i gave you, all you ever gave me was pain and heartbreak.

Let me pour onto your glass and let it overflow with abundant love; for your eyes tell me they need refilling, But all you have now is an empty bottle of escaped homes and dreams.

There is no sunrise as beautiful as the one where you realize you are worth a million suns.

I want you he says but you are not mine, She smiles and she says I am not his either, I am my own.

Plant seeds of hope in the cracks of your broken heart, with a little bit of patience it will soon begin to bloom again.

You are your own kind of unique and you are adept enough to make magic with your own hands.

You can take away the pain, but the memories will forever haunt you. Don’t let it devour you, Devour them yourself and stand firm.

Be my home. Be my peace. Kiss my wounds & bring me peace. Is it really love, if it cannot heal?

This, I knew, was the magic I had until now been only dimly and spitefully aware of.