We are the ones who are hard to understand We'll be the last ones in the movie theatre because the ending scene made us cry We'll stop to smell the roses because they deserve to be appreciated We are the ones who will take the time to get to know what keeps you up at night We are the ones who will imagine an entire future of adventures with the people who show us love
We are the ones who will love you more than we love ourselves sometimes We will give you our strongest parts in hopes that we can make things better We desire to see you become the best you to make sure that you always feel our love We crave affection and appreciation We give a piece of ourselves away every day sometimes to people who don't deserve it Our love is easy to take advantage of and sometimes we don't get back the love that we give away
When we hurt, we crumble and fall apart We constantly have to put ourselves back together We are more fragile than we like to give off We carry our emotions on our sleeves Our flaws have the ability to consume us We aren't afraid to give you the world but we are afraid to feel unloved We want you to see what we see We want you to understand where we're coming from
We are good people with good intentions We are stronger than we look like Not everyone can feel the way we feel We feel too much, too often We are not hard to love We are something not everyone knows how to love But you need to remember that your worth does not change just because no one is there to appreciate you, to remind you
You are not any less lovable You are the most lovable person in the world You are a light that the world needs Your kindness is not your weakness You do not need to change for anyone's acceptance You do not need to stop giving love just because you don't get any back Your heart is the best thing about you
And one day when you least expect it someone will notice you from across the room and know exactly how to love you They will think all of these things are beautiful They will deserve the love you can give They will fill the empty space in your heart But for now, don't stop feeling We are the ones who feel everything so deeply We are the ones who can't give up because We are the ones who will teach the world how to love
my heart is rusting over. i can't control it guess that happens when secrets are told. they are like ice in the pavement they only seek to estrange us. (you're not depressed if you make people laugh) friends turned into total strangers; i used to lean on you, now i'm barely sure if i can spell your name. i shouldn't have played that game. (it gets you high but it can never last)
and in the end the love you make reciprocates the love you take
"'Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.' - Nick Carraway" - F. Scott Fitzgerald (had to get some stuff out of my mind and off of my chest)
I hear the rhythmic clapping And feel the pounding of feet on the ground As dust swirls and dances around While I sit facing the sun In all her divine beauty. Encased in the wood of the red gum tree, I am at peace. Burnum carves my totem outside Surrounded by holy men, Loved ones and ancestors. This is my signifier and protection. I am Miki the moon Recently returned to my tribe Heeding the call of the spirits. My people mourn deeply But know I will come again To be at one with them, First I must commune with the great creator Rainbow spirit of the sky For now is the time for dreaming.
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Selfish, childish, wrapped up in my feelings, and oblivious to yours.
Desperately wanting to extinguish the fire in my heart, which I knew would never burn for two... Heartbreak changed me.
I wanted my pain to end and yours to begin. Threw all emotions and history aside, and willfully, disregarded your emotions to deliver the bitter end.
I was a fool in pain.
I see you now, your accomplishments, the people in your life and the love which fills it... While I desperately search for someone to set a spark in my hearth where your fire once burned. Countless attempts, countless heartbreaks.
Punishment for the **** end I wrote in our story.
You were right. It did not have to end the way it did.
Though the juvenile pain has now subsided, I forever bear your scorch marks on my chest. Though we are no longer in each other's stories, I forever carry you in this tear-jerking memory.
My mother used to tell me to be careful with who I entrust to be the keeper of my heart. I ignored her. After all, all broken things can be fixed.
Like the sunrise, relationships came and went. The pain which the bitter end brought with it, never lessened with each subsequent visit.
My body began to degrade, hope began to dissipate, soul grew tired, and heart, torn.
Time never truly healed the tears in my heart like so many before me had promised. All these years I thought my mother feared my heart being broken, alas, her fears laid in my heart progressively growing numb, apathetic and indifferent with each new person I start with.