My mother has always told me to know my worth in someones life, and as I have grown I have noticed that only a certain few do I come first, which is sad to me. I am always using myself up for those who wouldnt use an 8th of theirself for me, not that I want anyone to use theirself fully up for me, but to really feel like I matter in someone life would be to die for, **** even if I had to die for some to realize that I was worth it all along. Thats why I try to show love and let others know the love I have for them. Not all take it seriously but love is serious, love is a power, stronger than iron, steel, or any other object that can take a beating or hold its own. But with the feeling of being second best it makes me feel angry, wasted, used, forgotten. But then I think of what my mother has said, know your worth, know you are worth the love you want and desreve. Return to yourself with love you have givin others, I am slowly learning my worth, slowly learning that I must stand tall and not be weak and take the love I want and don't want. What's left if for the other to know their worth and their strength. Know you are worth the love you want, know you are worth the love you need, be free with your heart and within yourself.

She said, "maybe we will meet again, in another lifetime or maybe we won't, we will continue searching for eachother lifetime after lifetime. Trying to find what we have now. It's a sad dark world out there, but between these sheets, with your skin pressing against mine. I feel no fear."

He said, "I love you." And her eyes shot bright like fireflies in the dead of night.

She pressed herself closer to him hearing his sigh of relief as her chest lays on his. Smiling, her caresses her cheek and kisses her forehead. Saying, "I will find you again when the worlds collide."

I wonder...
If I climb up a hill
When the morning is still
(dark)
If I lift up my eyes
To watch the sun rise
(gracefully)
If I fall into the sky
It'll take me up high
(carry me)
And I'll soar with the winds
And I'll float on the clouds
And I'll reach for the stars
As they come crashing down
(around me)

Mending my soul is like;
Trying to hurt yourself,
Putting back the pieces
that will never be the same.

©IGMS