“I was the storm you could never silence, nor wish away.”

I will heal and Oh what a day that will be.

I was never meant to be stagnant. I only wanted to grow.

You are only ever as lost as the next step you choose to take.

And I guess what I am really trying to say, is that I love the way you love me.

If they are still standing by your side when your armor is off. When your walls are down. When your heart is broken. And your scars are visible. Tuck them into your arms like gold. And do not let them go.

You told me everything would be okay. I wish you had said – you’ll hurt but I’ll hold you.

I do not write. My lungs just breathe in words.

What it all comes down to either way, is if you are ready.

I will tremble. But that is not to say I am not brave.

I don’t like to be called strong. I am just a weak with a side of faith.

I would rather have peaceful isolation than divided freedom. Read that again.

These times are wild but so are we.

I never loved you because you had it all together. I loved you because you were falling apart and still saw fit to let me into your world.

I am not the kind of lost that needs finding. I am the kind of lost that needs healing.

I learned the hard way that not everything in life was meant to be beautiful.

I wasn’t running away from you. I was running towards myself.