as i scroll past i think
it really does hurt
when everyone disagrees
with you and ignores you
and they think he deserves
to be with someone else
it does hurt
from the deepest
part of my aching heart

(c.r)

It hurts worse to feel
the ache Of your bones
Than to feel
The crushing cravings of my own.

Why is it the hurt ones that are so kind?
Its like we try
to make up for our own
unhappiness
By making others happy.

We still feel empty inside.

But even the smallest thing
can sometimes make us feel
the suns rays
On our skin.

My all,
true love.

Blue eyes,
don't cry.

Since the day I met you
I've failed to flow rationally.

You challenge my mind
(One of few, my dear),
Yet you play with my heart.

I don't know if you know this
yet
but I would happily turn our jokes
of love and marriage,
our hypothetical daydreams,
Into reality
-should society permit.

But I know these dreams:
my happy nights;
your morning messages,
they are just dreams.

And without you,
I must learn to flow
like I did before.

You say these spiteful words
(though some say you still love me)
You change into the monster you said
you'd never be,
when you said you'd never hurt me.

But what am I supposed to do
when for the last half-year
its always been
You.
Only you.

And now I'm expected to hold my ground
while you and your friends try
to bury me
Beneath it.
The world has turned
Into the black
Dark
You promised
would stay away from me
This time.

You say these spiteful words
(though some say you still love me)
You change into the monster you said
you'd never be,
when you said you'd never hurt me.

But what am I supposed to do
when for the last half-year
its always been
You.
Only you.

And now I'm expected to hold my ground
while you and your friends try
to bury me
Beneath it.
The world has turned
Into the black
Dark
You promised
would stay away from me
This time.

'This time it'll be different'
You hear a naive
Young girl
say.

Maybe next time'll be different
But not today.

Today
I must learn to stand.
Not fall.
To heal my aching heart.
Not watch it break.

I must learn that there are
Bigger things
In life,
And that just
One loss
Won't- no, shouldn't- shape me for
the rest of my life.
My life is mine,
And yours is out of sight, out of mind.

you gotta be a pearl in a diamond world

Love is love,
And details don't matter.
Love is caring,
And kind,
And affectionate.
It doesn't matter what the circumstances.

A man and a woman,
Two men,
Two women,
A black person and a white person,
A Mexican and Italian.
A Christian and a Jew.
An Atheist and Buddhist.
One who's 17 and one who's 22.

All of these are love.
I don't care what you say,
Or what your textbook definition of love is.
Nothing you say can change my mind.
Love is beautiful.
Now shut your mouth,
And stop the hate.