Do you ever wonder when you’ll be kissed next? When someone will genuinely look at you and think “she’s so beautiful and I want her to know that”. Then they kiss you and you know they meant it because they think you’re a beautiful person. That will be next kiss I hope to receive. Not the drunk sloppy kiss, the meaningful, deep, slow, impression on the crescent between my lips.

I want someone, anyone.

What do you do when you dream so much but begin to realize that you're dreaming of the past and not the future.
Yes, far I have come, but I still miss the past.
But how can you miss something that's past.
It's never coming back and even the most intelligent mind can fail to grasp that.
Letting it go is a figment of the imagination.
All you want is for that thing that got away to come back to you.
I dream of the day when we encounter one another again, but for now I'll go on pretending like you disgust me, because thats the only to not be so pathetic.

I dream of the day when I've moved on and you're gone from this tired memory.
The day when someone has showed me of my past stupidity and the faith I have now is turned into a physical blessing.
When the glory has come through the pain.
They Christians feel the most pain and I don't doubt that for one second.
We are dreamers and we dream of a world where pain is nonexistant and all of our wildest, impossible yearnings are suddenly so close to our reach.
Yet, we patiently pray to our Heavenly Father waiting in faith in this world of pain for the one thing we want most.
Love.
We can so easily grasp it too.
All we have to do is discover the love of God, yet we so desperately and stupidly grasp onto human beings to bring us this gift.
They will always disappoint and leave of dying of thirst.
We need him and only him.
I wish I would actually believe what I so desperately plead with others to grasp.

But here I am still wanting him.

It really ***** when you feel like you have so much love to offer, but no one to give it to.
When you've tried so hard to be happy alone, but so desperately still want someone to share the happy moments with and mostly the depressing ones.
When you need someone you can really pour it all out to.
I want to be someone's everything again.
Someone who won't leave after they've told me I could count on them.

Why do we cling to one thing that we acknoweldge as our greatest destruction

God told me today he works for the good of those who love him.
Lord, I believe you and I choose to have faith for once in my life when it feels difficult to even breathe.
You have promised me a better life and I give you my struggles of heartbreak.
Lord, turn this misery into a testimony and make the sun stand still in my life.
Give me the faith to trust what you say.

I wish love destroyed you,
But it doesn't do you that courtesy,
It wounds and maimes you,
And it leaves you alive,
It doesn't do you the justice of a mercy killing,
We bleed again and again,
The scars come and never leave,
Forever altered by all of the moments,
Love isn't poetic,
Love is the cache 22 that reminds us that even if you're in heaven right now,
The devil used to also be god's favorite angel,
And hell isn't so far away after all.