Being in your arms is what I came here for<3

Love is strong. You are mauled and you come crawling back. You are frozen, and yet still you seek heat from the same wrong source. There is no partial reinforcement to explain this behavior. There is only the dark side of touch, the reality of primate relationships, which is that they can **** us while they hold us. But, the beauty is, we are creatures of great faith. We will build bridges, against all odds we will build them. From here to there. From me to you.

The finest souls are those who’ve gulped pain and avoided making others taste it.

I can’t keep being your second choice, not when you’re my first..

I’m beginning to know myself.
I don’t exist.
I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others have made of me.

I’m a trauma queen
Of course I stand quiet while I part the seas
How do you think I made it into Heaven
I’ve created my own blessings
Turned my hate into peace
I learned to touch me like a book’s crease
No one helped me
No one held me
No Gods or saviors, no hands of fate
I made myself into a saint
No preacher, no prayer to cry my name
I was just ******* and lit to flames
This world broke me and forced me to create me
Thought it could hang me in the family tree
I never needed their piece
I just needed me