Do not believe the things you tell yourself
when you are healing
We are someone new when we love
and we become someone else when we hurt
but we become lost
somewhere in the middle.

The red rose withers, its green stems fade, but the power of its love lives on forever.

I do not want the flowers I can easily pick from the open garden. Show me the ones that grow happily under the shrubs, hidden from plain sight and demand no attention. For those are the ones that aren’t as needy for the spotlight in the sun or as selfish to drink every drop of rain. Show me the ones that don’t look as thirsty as the rest.

A warm bath, I wash away my day in the ****
A cold rain, I find the weather in sync with my mood
A half moon, unable to bright up the night
A bathroom, burning candles, fills the room with moonlight.

Love has never been gentle with me
In truth, love will never be
Love has shown its frail with me
In truth, that I can agree
Love has come and gone
In truth, it strings along
And Love has not yet said,
With this ring, I do thee wed

It does not matter what I say
Or even what I think
My body will always betray me
My palms will always get sweaty
My breathe will always get heavy
And you’ll only know of this truth
Not by the questions you ask
Or by the answers you seek
But by the silent step you take forward
to hold me.

What beauty to find in a bouquet of flowers that are arranged in all colors, shapes, and sizes and do not compete with one another but rather endlessly compliment each other.

Oh glorious Sun,
how you shine on me so bright
You rise up every morning touching smiles with your light.
Frustrated you must be
To shine on me with such glee
Yet my eyes hit the ground
My smile rolls upside down
Oh Sun, stop wasting your good rays
Shining your happiness on my bad days

In this world,
People will try to hurt you with words.
But know this much,
Words have never once cut me.
And people may try to be blades
But we’re all just a butter knife with soft edges.

I did not have her written in my agenda with expectations.
There were no demands or obligations.
I did not care how she benefited me in the future, I just loved her.

I could not love her less under any hopeless condition.
There was no generic narrative on how our love should be written or any rules to follow under loves play book, there was no ulterior motives that were hidden, I just loved her.

I’ve seen her eyes running tears as she wept with despair. I heard the ugly truth from her mouth even ones I couldn’t bare.
Yet I would set my own ego to side because I would break too.
We can share this pain together, I thought, I can carry it for us too. I can’t explain why but even in the aweful moments like this, I just loved her.

You see, I could go to any place in the world and my heart would stay unmoved and unwavered.
For my love is like a tree that’s planted and its roots can hold on through many seasons. I cannot be moved so easily, for my loves foundation needs no reasons. Where I feel at place is not a home but a person and as long as she’s still alive, my love remains under all circumstances.

And this is what I know of love to be, it is my expression, it is a sensation, it is a feeling that doesn’t need to make sense to anyone but me.

I’m worried of moments
I’ll never get with you.
I’m worried I’ll never get the chance
to truly love you as I should’ve.
I’m worried you will always resent me
with the way things ended.
Could I have fought harder? Yes. I Could’ve.

I’m worried I would wait for another chance that may never arrive.
I’m worried the months will pass and I’ll be fighting my own emotions to survive.
I’m worried to move on because I’ll start searching for another you.
Will I be disappointment when I come to learn how many humans I need to stack together to come close? Yes, because it’s true.

I’m worried to never see the day.
I’m worried it’ll never
ever
ever
be that way.