Trust is difficult
Not something
I give freely
anymore
Not after being
hurt—
not just by words
but by
actions
that linger
It is not only
about learning
to trust others
but learning
to trust
myself
again
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 8:16 AM UTC
Your hazel eyes
staring back at me
quieting
my swirling thoughts
A man
I only recently met
yet somehow
feels like
a lifetime
Nothing feels
uncertain
or undeserved
The way you hold me
steady
and sure
As if
the past
pain
and trauma
loosens its grip
each time
I meet your gaze
and find myself
again
in your
hazel eyes
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC
At first
it felt like
any other day
the normal
pleasantries
But then
I realized
I was not
pretending
Like the mask
had dissolved
And there I was
standing before you
honest
and unguarded
waiting
for the moment
I would need
to pull it back on
But you didn’t
turn away
You stayed
and in that stillness
something in me
shifted
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 8:12 AM UTC
I want to be
your safety
The person you
call home
The presence
you crave
Who quiets
your restless mind
Becoming
a quiet strength
steady beside you
Soothing your heart
while standing
in your
unwavering
arms
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
What is done
is done.
I cannot change
the decisions
or mistakes
that were made,
nor undo
the trauma
to rewind the past.
There is
no do-over.
The woman
I am today
was shaped
and molded
by life,
unpredictable
and unrelenting.
The only thing
left to do
is keep moving
forward
and begin
living
in the present
instead of
looking back.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 8:44 AM UTC
I remember a time,
distant now,
when I was pressured
to soften my presence,
to edit myself down
for someone else’s comfort.
I learned to divide,
one self acceptable,
one self hidden.
The split was suffocating,
the pressure of his control
settling heavy in my chest.
Caught at a crossroads,
weighing silence
against survival.
Then
clarity.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just a steady light
that showed me
what I already knew.
The chains were never mine.
And when I stepped forward,
they fell.
Now I walk
across their broken remains,
not floating,
not escaping,
but free.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
This healing journey
is not for the faint of heart.
Emotions fluctuate,
circling old wounds,
forcing me
to question
my own reality,
my own worth.
Uncertainty rises,
quiet but persistent.
I withdraw inward,
almost a hermit,
shrinking my world
to work
and calling it progress,
while stunting my own living.
Then
You walk in.
You see me,
not beyond my past,
but with it.
You accept
the person I am
without asking
for a revised version.
And suddenly
the future feels possible,
a life
worth building,
Together.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
Air feels tight
as I try to breathe.
The room begins
to spin.
I fall to the floor,
grasping
for air.
Looking up,
I see my reflection,
the horror on my face
before I realize
the person in the mirror
is me.
Unrecognizable.
The tightness
begins to fade
as the person in the mirror
changes before me.
What was disheveled
now looks serene,
as if they know
something
I do not.
Then my
serene reflection
starts to speak,
not in tongues,
but in words
that calms my
pounding heart.
As I steady myself
to respond,
the words
begin to falter
with disbelief.
I cannot
drop my gaze
from this
reassuring energy.
Awakened by
this newfound comfort,
I reach out
to touch
this quiet aura
that resembles me
with a knowing smile.
The air shifts.
I am pulled
towards the mirror,
facing my reflection,
almost life-like,
holding their hands.
Then
we walk past
one another.
My reflection
taking my former
place,
as I am now
standing
where it once
Stood.
Now I am
in a place
where it feels light
and open,
where I can breathe
and my head is held high.
I look back
at the weight
that once pressed against my ribs,
at the nights
that would not let me rest.
They loosen.
Then I turn forward,
and this time,
I do not gasp.
I inhale.
And stay.
Knowing my past
does not define
my present.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 9:18 AM UTC
No ego.
No pride.
No performance.
This feeling between us
is true,
not in a loud, declarative way,
but in its purest form.
Nothing forced.
Nothing pressured.
Just intuitive.
Naturally finding its place,
naturally wanting
to show you
how much
you matter
to me.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 8:17 AM UTC
Some might say
it’s too soon.
You’re rushing.
Moving too quickly.
You barely know each other.
To that I say,
When you know,
you know.
Life doesn’t unfold
on a standard timeline.
Readiness
is not measured
by anyone else’s clock.
When you are ready,
life will show you.
So trust your heart
and move
forward
at your own pace.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 1:43 PM UTC