it's less of a promise and more of a reminder. it's a reminder of who we are and who we aim to be. of how far we've come and how much further to go. it tells me the story of green eyes that shine brighter in the sun. of hands that have skipped stones from one side of the country to the next. of fingers that have danced along the sweetest melodies. this ring is not a promise but a reminder that life will bring us to where we are meant to be. it is a circle of twists and turns. of choices that have lead us to today. and my, what a beautiful today we are both living in.
Your imprint is slowly f a d i n g- Blending into the rest of my skin. It is not because of time But because of choice- My choice. I am not trying to forget But trying to remember less. You may call me cruel But tell me, Is this not cruelty? Being forced to always look upon where you have been Every day Every hour Every second Because you are a part of me. You are etched upon this stretch of skin Never allowing me to forget-- And I won't (But I need to remember you less).
It's wrong. That saying The, "No one can love you until you learn to love yourself." It's incorrect. Senseless even.
You don't have to love yourself to have someone do the same. In fact, I think it's the people who don't love themselves Are loved the most.
Others see their hurt And reach out Open their hearts
Let feelings of Concern Appreciation Respect Friendship
Love. Enter in
The self-loathing one just doesn't know. Or doesn't want to
They're blind Eyes covered by a blindfold Held securely in place by Doubt Fear Hate Anger Regret A past where something Sometime Lots of times Went awry.
They can't trust themselves Or anyone else because of that.
It's not easy to love someone like this. It takes Work Determination Persistence Many different things
Some people will throw in the towel Say it's too hard Not worth it But not everyone
A select few will stick around and love The loveless person Shower them in appreciation Cover them with love
So, don't think for One Single Second That you aren't loved
You are.
By me. By others. By God.
And all of us will be here When you finally remove The caked on Mud Dirt The blinding debris From experiences past
We will be here
When you can finally see just what about yourself is worth loving.