When life begins to fold within itself... Will it capture us?
All that beauty and art that we can become together in this madness.
Shall we become a ball of crumble would our love get caught in the mixture of this tangled mess? Or will we despair?
If life undressed us down to the soul will you see me and
be my equal?
Or will you see past me?
If we were stuck together would I be within you or would you be within me?

Whatever gets you here
Or gets me there... Is worth the capture and unravel.

By: Ilah Relaire

Plant this pain within your womb; all the emotions at it's finest print and all these senses at it's developing core
Flower this soul with it's remaining roots
Dry and brittle
But worth saving.

Spring this heart into a fern but firm with steadiness. Birth this development into belief.

By: Ilah Relaire

“Never going to be” when is love ever pure you honestly don’t know life and love. People fight, people are different Within a relationship than they are themselves. The first thing a person does before entering a relationship is sacrifice their sanity, dignity, character and emotional trauma; to fulfill somebody else’s life and existence.  Love is not a finding the perfect person it’s about picking the fruit that has a little sourness and sweet; you talk about not having things in common but yet we did and a lot of things. You decided to change on me, I happen to like the same things I’ve liked three years ago while being with you and you look at me differently. I didn’t change you did;  the only thing that changed was my attitude dealing with you.
I’ve never changed
I’m more hurt at the fact that you never seen what you’ve been doing to me than me reminding you that I’m hurt.

By: 𝓩𝓮𝓸𝓻𝔂