write about your pain
from the most beautiful point of view
make your readers fall in love
with the demons in you
It's time to write now
of the things you're most afraid.
Release your demons.
it's not your fault baby bird
they never taught you how to fly.
you were forced out of the nest
while they watched you fall and die.
i got really good at living in my head when i was a kid
and now i can't seem to find my way out.
how much is reality?
which parts did i wish to see?
yes, your heart broke. but let me tell you this, it didn't happen the way that you think it did.
it didn't shatter, crack, or crumble.
it broke open.
it had so much love inside that it simply spilled right out. an overflow of emotion so deep it brought you to your knees.
you can feel it in your chest, like you're being pulled open, like your soul is being pulled right out through it.
but give it just a little while to adapt, my love, and you'll see it grows fast
it will expand to shove that love right back in again. plenty of space for a new love to take place.
it's a flow of emotion, feel it like a wave and float with it.
ride it til the tides are guiding you back to shore and ground yourself then. your toes in the sand.
you're apart of everything that exists.
feel the sea, feel the sand, feel the trees, feel the land.
but most of all, feel the love.
with the invention of humans
the universe became conscious
was her way of saying
she wouldn't be there in the morning.