The day we met, couldn't have been better
We talked, we laughed, we played, we bonded
That bond grew near unbreakable
But one day you left me, like I didn't even matter
Then another came along, I was skeptical at first
Can I trust you?
Can I?
I ask myself the same question with anyone new
Are you going to stay, or are you going to be just like the last
And walk away too?

Love fills everything
But small failure
Blinds me to it

I'm sorry if I resemble a sparrow
With a fear of flight
When I shield my abdomen
With apologetic arms.

As if my trembling elbows
Could avert your glances
Long enough to distract you
From your examination of
The inadequacy
That lay beneath.

I'm sorry if my fingers stumble
Upon yours when you
Glide them across
Skin that's already been
Rewarded in stripes
And metal kisses.

I only say sorry
Because If I could,
I'd place my regret
In a envelope
Addressed to your eyes,
Entitled the parts of me you
Dare not see.

The parts that make me
Me.

This is what I have learned about healing: it will come.
It’s true what they say, “the first cut is the deepest”
that’s because you will find that learning how to heal
will become a lifelong skill.

Here’s another thing: you can’t let other people heal you.
Because it will only backfire in the end,
worse than the initial wound.
Other people can help along the way,
but us humans are too fickle to be saviors.

The first step in the healing process is learning to love yourself.
The only way to start healing is to believe
that you are worth healing.
Take time, take as much time as you need.
Don’t let other people’s impatience with
your lack of progress discourage or frustrate you.
Just like you can’t yell at a wound to scar faster
you can’t yell at your heart to heal quicker.

You must do things you love.
I know your bed tells you it’s safe
but it’s nothing more than a prison in disguise
for a depressed mind.  

Go outside. Pet a bunch of dogs. Do your laundry.
Be around people that make you laugh.
Watch movies you’ve never seen.
Walk in the park barefoot and watch the sunset alone.
Let yourself cry if you need to.
Drink lots of black coffee and never stop writing,
even if you have nothing to write about.
Talk to God, yell at God, cry to God
he’s never not listening, never withholding his arms of comfort.

This is how you heal.
You strip negative people from your life
and you work to not become a negative person yourself.
Bitterness doesn’t look good on anyone.
And you love and appreciate the
people that love you and fight for you.

Life is a cycle of falling apart and stitching back together,
with some consistent plateaus in between.
Embrace it, because your scars tell powerful stories.

Patience is not the ability to wait but it is the ability to keep a good attitude while waiting.