Imagine giving your life
For someone you loved
So deeply
And then being rejected after
The ultimate sacrifice
I don’t have to imagine
Because Jesus already lives that
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 1:31 AM UTC
Yet I only want your shade of yellow
For the rest of forever
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 1:25 AM UTC
It’s a dangerous and absolutely terrifying thing to love and be loved
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 8:51 PM UTC
I feel he has created this kind of comfort that I’ve always lacked
A sense of security without feeling pressured to stay
A welcoming rather
An invitation to touch his soul
He creates this sense of history that is just developing but feels centuries old
He holds me with a strength that goes deeper than the definition in his biceps
He smiles with his whole heart that his dimples climb to reach his eyes
Which burn with an intensity of crashing waves in the ocean
He makes me feel warm.
And he's extended the offer of adoration that I willingly accept and give in return.
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 8:46 PM UTC
I feel like I make people fall hard & quickly in love with me
But then the newness wears off and I’m left with just myself
They leave.
They always leave.
So why is he any different?
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 8:37 PM UTC
I love to
Love
Other people deserve so much
Love
But no one ever takes the time to
Love
Like we’re supposed to.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 10:42 PM UTC
“It hurts,”
she says.
As she struggles to stand in the morning, because her heart is so heavy with pain she feels she will never heal.
“It’s heavy,”
she cries.
As she tries desperately to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders by herself, because she has no one to turn to.
“It’s hard,”
she whispers.
As the last of her hope crawls out of her body leaving a lifeless shape of a woman that they once knew.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
I never loved you.
What I loved was the thought of what you could become if only you cared enough to love yourself the way that I loved you.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 1:42 AM UTC
Someday,
Somehow
I hope that I can be loved the way I love everyone else.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
The irony of it all is this;
No matter how many times you stabbed me
No matter how many bullets you shot me with
No matter how many punches you threw
I would never stop loving you
I never picked up the knife
I never would touch the gun
I never would lift a finger
To hurt anyone
And especially with you
Who I so deeply cared for
I would never hurt you
I would always adore
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 3:59 AM UTC