Maybe self-love is allowing yourself to cry as much as you want to.

Why we never win;
This ain't the battle we're supposed to be fighting with.

You make me feel like how a coffee do in the morning dew.

Do not shrink yourself to fit into places you've outgrown.

If it no longer feels like home, it's time to move on.

I spend more time biting my lips more than
I talk about my feelings.

More than anything,
I choose to bite my lips.

The scars I have are the things I once fought for.

Well aware of the fact that I am someone's guilt;
The reason they need therapy and a pack of pills.

You did what you did.

but the grass looks greener from above.

Built you up just to let me down.

Always start with the piece that makes the most sense.

I've got a hundred more poems for all the boys I loved. I don't know if that makes me a poet or just someone who's been repeatedly broken.

Pretend to be asleep to avoid conversations and unwanted interactions.

Breathe.

You're still here.
You are here.

So, she took what's left hoping something goes right.

You handled her feelings like how the clouds handled the rain.

She needed a little rain to forget about her tears.

The sound of the rain at night is so soothing,
like how you sound at 3am, when you talk about the things you love.

I tend to forget everything when you start speaking.

She forgot, sometimes, she could make her own choices.

To them, it's just another day.
To me, it's another battle I need to surpass.

I'm not afraid anymore of the sound I make inside the public comfort room whenever I take a ***. It's normal, I tell myself, you're doing okay.

I don't hide behind my hair anymore whenever I ride the transit. They're not looking at you, I tell myself, you're doing alright.

I don't whisper my stories in the corridor anymore. Speak normal, I tell myself, you're doing fine.

Today, I decided not to hide behind closed doors, not to chew every people's reaction into my head and stop playing their opinions on my ipad.

Today, I will go out there, wear my loveliest dress and be like a field of sunflowers-- beautiful and satisfying.
I'm gonna wear my skin and my skin will be the prettiest of them all.

I am beautiful, I tell myself, that's better.

I pinned your apology against my wall;
Looked at it for most of the days.

I went through hell, but I never stopped there.
Why tf would I stay in Hell?

I have healed my wounds on my own,
Without any closure,
And no apologies from you.

But if you think apologizing to me wil help you move forward, sure.

I'm way past you.

Take good care of your self.
So well that you won't need a guy to send you "take care" in a good morning text.

Feed your sadness with poems that bleed, so you'll stop bothering your wrists.

Tonight, I'll write a story that will never be read and speak of words that will never be said. Like you, I'll try to survive, to live just as if I'm alive.

The least you could do, is uncross your heart. Unhope to die.

I'm way past all of my mistakes,
And all the things that I was not.

I barely knew my self then,
What makes you think you do now?

I was sad. I saw the future and, in it, I am alive.

This is me. This is how I feel, and I'm not sorry.

We need to stop believing in the idea that peace requires forgiveness -- especially not for those who were hurt the most.

Cut people off of your circle if they no longer fit.

Late nights are for those who can't be true to themselves in broad daylight.

And since when have you been living in the conformity that cussing is a measure of education?

Hurting myself so I can spare the mf who upsets me.

We talk through poetry,
'Cause we're not strong enough to end this.

Coffee no longer wakes me up.

That's how sad I've been.

Stop feeling bad and mad for choosing your self this time. ❤️

Stop blaming yourself;
Quit asking why.

When you do things out of someone else' comfort,
Remember that you are also giving away bits of you that you never knew mattered.
Read that again.

Your goals can be as simple as surviving today.
Stop worrying, you are doing great. 🙆

Valid questions:
Why am I still here?
Who are these people?
What should I say next?
Are they expecting me to say something next?

I wish more people would appreciate the moments it took for them to see the rainbow,
Rather than the *** of gold it offers at the end.

we won't know how many birthdays we had until the last one.

Maybe, you should've tried harder.
Harder for her not to have any reasons at all.

Try again. Fail again, better.

I was not good to the last person I loved so I punished my heart, let it break and bleed 'til the last shred of blood it can give to water my regrets that'll grow into such beautiful smiles of pain.

Every minute we spend trying, is a minute that we do not have.
Make it worth your while.