I’m sorry, but did you forget?
Did you forget that upon your head lays a crown because you are a prize and you deserve to be treated like a ******* queen?
Did you forget that you are worth just as much, if not more, than he is and that you should only put yourself second if the favor is returned?
Did you lose your way?
Did you begin to tell yourself that the sad excuse of a man that exists in status quo is all you are deserving of? Worthy of? Desiring of?
Did you lose sight of the fact that you are going to take the world by the reins and be a ******* storm that after you are through, people will understand why they use names for hurricanes?
Did you let yourself believe the lies?
Did you let yourself think that perhaps it was your fault? That maybe because you didn’t work out or didn’t look like that, that maybe he could never love you as much?
Did you lie?
Did you lie to yourself so that you would accept the mediocre treatment of a relationship on life support, happiness based on a momentary high, sadness painted beautiful so that you would want to stay?
Did you let yourself be afraid?
Afraid of hearing the answer that would make you walk away, when you really wanted to stay, so you resigned yourself to the silence and emptiness of unrequited love: are you afraid?
It is not cliché to have self-worth. It is not cliché to say you are worth it. It is not cliché to walk away from a man when he doesn’t know what gold he has in his hands.
You are not cliché.
You. Are. Magnificent.
You are every color combined, every emotion ever felt, you are stardust in tangible design, you are a masterpiece.
You are the happiness everyone craves, you are the warmth in the sun’s rays, you are freedom amongst the ocean’s waves.
You are so much more than you believe yourself to be, and all that mirrors try their best to deceive,
And darling: it is okay to bleed.
Because bleeding isn’t weakness. Bleeding isn’t beauty. Bleeding is about being a ******* human.
Do not hold back.
Life is too short to waste time on boys who can’t make up their minds.
You only feel weighed down because you carry a load that isn’t yours.
It is not you. It never was. And it never will be.
It is not your fault they don’t see your beauty, people miss the sunrise and sunset and the point of art in a museum to make you feel and for music to make you reel: it is not your fault they are blind to elegance.
So ask him the question and move on from there, but do not be afraid of walking away.
You may love him, and he may love you, but if the time isn’t right, you must bid him adieu.
You are too beautiful.
Too beautiful to be an “almost relationship” kind of girl, not the hook up or the girlfriend but something in between, too **** beautiful to not be critically acclaimed.
And that is not being conceited.
The worst thing is to feel alone, in between arms that should be your home.
If he is worth the question, he will have an answer.
If not, you will walk away. And guess what, the sun will live to see another day.
The high isn’t worth the downfall, and you shouldn’t live a life where instead of walking you just crawl.
So man the hell up, and stand very tall
The crown may slip, but never shall it fall.
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