When will you understandThat you will never be beautiful enough You will never be intelligent enough You will never be adventurous enough You will never Be Enough for the man who does not love you Stop trying to feed someone who starves you You are grinding away your heart,
My heart is a construction site. It echoes like a drill in my chest Slowly coming apart I sigh deeply Pushing back the tears that have been welling in my eyes for weeks I pace my room Gathering courage to leave it. Everything in here And everything out there Makes
It’s a wonderful thing Having unconventional skin Waking up And making a choice To be different To be more of you than you were yesterday To hold eye contact To not look down To not be intimidated by judgement To be a little free
You have been deteriorating Before yourself That pain you couldn’t figure out before? That was your dreams being ripped out of your heart The suffocating consequence of concerning yourself with other people’s failures Surrounding yourself with small thinkers and small ideas and small men While all this time you
The different forms of joy: Making something you’re proud of Giggling Laughing till you snort Forgiving someone completely Letting in love Realizing you’re better today than you were yesterday Understanding … Something you didn’t think you could understand When your love makes someone glow Accepting the things beyond your
In the array of people that flow in and out of your life, Find and nurture the love that fills you, holds you and elevates you without making you forget who you are. Find a love that feeds, not devours. The difference could be deadly.