
Little girl, there are many things you will be.
but,
Broken at the hands of a man is not any of them.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
Sometimes, the only person who will be around to pick you up
off the floor
and run you a warm bath will be yourself;
and that's okay.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
I've written a dozen poems about you, the curve of your lips when you smile, the glow in your eyes and the spark in your touch.
I've written even more poems about you leaving.
The pain of being left lovelorn,
And the vast emptiness you left behind.
Now I want to write again.
But there just aren't any words left to say, the ink in my pen has run dry. Because now it doesn't hurt so much, my mind doesn't wander off to you as often as it used to and now you're just more of a dull ache in my chest as compared to the singeing fire you used to be. I don't write to you anymore.
This is farewell.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
I realized that I was afraid falling in love because I'm afraid of falling out of love.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
To forget.
To forget the scent you left hidden in the threads of my clothing.
To forget the jolt of electricity that paved it's way down my spine each time your gaze caught mine.
The ecstasy I felt when our fingers intertwined and the pinky promises we swore we'd cherish forever.
I'd wish to forget the constellation of freckles spread across your cheeks.
I would wish to forget how to love and how it feels to have my heart shattered into tiny fragments of glass.
If I met a genie in a lamp I'd ask him to erase my memory... To make me forget. That is my one wish.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
We never really had much, So
you taught me to appreciate the very little we were blessed with.
You taught me to be thankful for every blessing given to me and to respect myself and those around me.
You taught me that that if today wasn't good, tomorrow might be better... Because just like everyday, the sun will rise. And if tomorrow still isn't good... There's another tomorrow still on its way.
I admire your grace and your generosity, because from an empty hand you still have something to give.
And you have always put us before yourself and anything else first... You believe in me, and because of the last I too have the courage to believe in myself. You taught me that I'm never to young to dream or to be hopeful you taught me the importance of love and loving yourself... I will always be grateful for the faith you have in me, the love you show me everyday and for always being there.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
The X chromosome in your genetic make-up does NOT imply weakness,
It merely means you have chemical X and you're powerful.
Love,
A girl who finally understands that
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
We look for love where we lost it.
We look for love where we'll never find it.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC