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Sometimes I scroll through photos that we've taken just so I can remember the exact moment that made me smile and my heart full. The photos that have created memories that we will never remake but hold like secrets that only you and I will ever share.
On my way to work sometimes I play my music on shuffle and pretend the very next song that comes on is our wedding song. It's not always positive.. but if it's not I skip until it is.
Sometimes I watch love stories to remind me that the love I see in film isn't merely a screenplay but the type of fairytale I get to live everyday. You know what's better than a cheesy romance film? Knowing that ours lasts longer than an hour an a half.
Sometimes I pray that the world will make me tough. Tough enough to give and not to expect anything in return. An unconditional love. Because that is what I believe love is.
I'm insecure.
I'm sad.
And I'm lonely sometimes even in a crowded room.
But as soon as I feel you I remember why I'm still alive.
And I will love you with no end. If you promise to do the same.
I can't be perfect and I can't promise you the world. But I can promise you that I'm here. And I will never leave you.
“The soft heart is not a thing to harden but a treasure to protect. For soft hearts extend mercy, compassion, and refuge.”
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 4:40 AM UTC
What was light rain is now the start of a cold and fearful storm.
The heavy downpour of water
Drenching my long dark hair
And making it stick to my cold freckled cheeks.
The rain hitting the pavement like the shattering of breaking glass.
The melody of a broken heart.
Desperately seeking the calm and steadiness of my melonchaly thoughts I
grow nearer to my home.
I’m not prepared for the war on the other side of the door.
The knocking of an egotistical battle.
Throwing hate like cold stones.
Tearing apart each other’s flesh to see who can cut the deepest.
Im weaping quietly because I start to
Forget what it is I’m fighting for.
When did our heaven become our hell?
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
Sometimes a hopeful melody can be the sound of regret.
Waking up with battle wounds i cant quite rememeber.
He loves me.
He doesnt want to let me go.
Because he loves me.
The walls of a castle crumbling around me on soiled terrain.
Are weeds flowers or just a growth?
It grows so thick it chokes my mind and covers my mouth.
like ivy sticking to my innocence i begin to wonder is this my new playground?
glass shattering, hearts pounding, memories fading.
He loves me.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
Do you believe In fate
Or is everything just strung together like a series of mistakes on a thread.
I’m happy now
That’s what I keep repeating to the reflection in the mirror.
Happy.
What a stupid broad word.
This digital world we live in. Where our only memories live in our phones. Mindless.
Meanwhile we’re killing each other over our complexion.
My person asks me why I cry so much and all I respond with is why wouldn’t I.
Everything hurts and I don’t know how to bandage myself.
Am I even healing if I’m just covering it all up?
I miss writing with a pencil or a pen scribbling all my thoughts and mishaps.
Now when We feel things we post something to covey even the littlest amount of emotion.
A picture is worth a thousand words. But what are our words worth?
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC