There comes a point where you dance.
And not the same for everyone,
but you must dance.
Because when your heart has been still and stuck in sadness
you must give it a little chaos after.
After what, you may ask?
After you're broken.
After your heart feels absolutely shattered to its core.
After you and your love have been at war.
After a long day at work.
Just after.
Anything.
Anything, where your heart has hurt
you MUST dance.

I was never in love with
you.
I was in love with your
potential.

Ahhh, the power of writing down how one feels.
Maybe that's why we have so many who don't write.
Or like to read.
Because it's hard to look at your words
when all you see are things you've been avoiding.

and then he looked at me
and said,
“you make me feel like i could win the lottery
with a parking ticket.”
-a.c.b

Someday,
I hope to feel it,

not just hear it,
but actually feel it,

when someone says
they love me.

I deserve a person who wants me all of the time.
I deserve someone who wants me.
I am worth the effort it takes to love a person.
And I am worthy of that same love.