We like to decorate the female body
To disguise it with some metaphor in order to prove its validity
To see a woman as a flower that needs to be picked
To see a mother's arms as shelter for our souls
No, my friend.
Do not think that words will come to tuck you in at night
We are flesh and we are bones.
That is beautiful enough

When you are in love
Write an ode comparing your emotions to the weather
But do not speak of her as the fallen leaf of the auburn tree
Do not speak of her as the wind that cracks your window open at night
Do not speak of her as the blood your veins need
Do not speak of her as anything
Other than who she is,
A woman

If you were to compare her to anything
Tell her that her smile, that the life in her eyes
Does for you what love does to the human mind

I rest in the arms of myself. I've spent the last years of my childhood in the arms of the wrong person, and I have had no regrets leaving. The meaning of love have changed places with lust and strong emotions. Now I'm on a journey to search for myself before I trust anyone to hold what I've been protecting for so long. Love should be shared for one to know and the other to learn. The meaning of love is everlasting and never quaking in fear. Love is what I'm looking for. If I find it in myself then maybe one day I can share it with someone who will hold it with pure intentions. I'm sorry for those I've hurt, but you weren't the one. Take this time to be yourself before jumping into the arms of a stranger. Life is too complicated to make guesses. Be strong and hold out, for life has many hidden secrets and strong paths for you to walk. Don't fear what could be, fear what you've seen and tread this path heavily. Falling isn't the worst to happen, the worst to happen is to not walk any path because of fear.

Ten months was not enough.
Not to drown myself into the same ocean.
Not to pick up the pieces.
Not even to throw them out.
Not even to heal.

Ten months is too short.
To find the parts that were lost.
To put them back together.
To drain all the anger.
To put it all behind.

It took 10 months to **** it all up and feign every ounce of "okay" and "happy" when the cold creeps up at 10 in the ******* evening, feeding the urge to jump into the same ocean.

I gave in after ten ******* months.