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

I have inherited my fathers rage and my mothers silence. Everyday is a survival. I am a fire burning, just invisible.

Brown daughters are just fragile glass houses always on the verge of shattering.

I believe we all deserve good endings. We were kind people before this world turned us cruel.

They said everything I lost will come back to me. I said -everything I’ve lost is too lost to ever come back to Me.

My love isn’t love. It is devotion. I don’t fall in love, I shatter. I don’t love, I worship.

I’ve been so hurt. Just love me enough that my heart heals and all my scars worship your name.

Even when the blood in my veins is the same as them, every cell in my body is against becoming like them. What a curse it is to hate the very thing that birth you.

I want to write happy poems on new years. But grief doesn’t have timelines, and it refuses to let go of me.

Without this sadness I wouldn’t even know who I am.

You seem like such a long ago; but you were supposed to be my forever?

I don’t say I know what love is. But whatever it is, you are its every shade.

All the dreams you planted in my eyes, will someday haunt you alive.

Death I believe has many forms. It is a shapeshifter. But amongst all the forms it has, love is my favorite.

Time heals but only when nourished with love. The only possible cure for heart break is to love again.

You don’t have to try to fix anyone. You just have to love them.

Most times there is more pain than love in my heart. Sometimes, I hope just sometimes; I find moments that fill my heart with more love than pain.

Careful darling, if the angel in her knows to heal you, the demon in her knows to kill you too.

Sooner or later. Late or early. Tears dry. Wounds heal.

To grow up is to experience all sorts of heartaches & still manage to see the beauty in every pain.

Imagine how you’ll love when healed.

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

You will know your worth eventually & you will heal with time; slowly, yet beautifully.

Realize the past no longer holds you captive. It can only continue to hurt you if you hold on to it. Let the past go.

Nobody is going to help you unless you help yourself.