All my life, love hurt
So, I began to measure love with pain
The more it hurt, the more certain I was it was real
Then you walked in
Calm, free of pain, offering love
I couldn’t understand how that was possible
In the spirit of trying new things, I let you in
I let you teach me what love really was
With every lesson,
I wonder how I lived without it for so long
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Self-discovery?
I heard something really ridiculous today. It was only ridiculous because it’s an infamous lie.
She said, “It’s not you, it’s me. I just want to find myself, I’m lost right now”
Self-discovery is amazing and I believe at some point in life, we all have to embark on this journey but when you use that as an excuse to get out of a situation just because you’re a coward and can’t confront it, then it becomes an issue. Personally, it infuriates me. I’m sure a lot of people feel the same way. You place someone’s heart on a chopping board, take them on an emotional roller coaster more than once and that’s the line you want to use? I’m sorry, that’s low.
Recovery.
She seems the strongest,
She hides every emotion,
The loneliest in a crowded room,
Life’s turmoils have broken every bit of her spirit,
She’s drowning out,
She’s losing grip,
Begging for help with a silent cry,
No one hears, no one helps.
She tries to pick up the pieces,
Yet, life hits her back to the ground again,
Pushing against the tides,
Hope seems unreachable,
Lost in a life of sorrow,
She swears to numb up.
Numbing up,
Dim lights. No smile.
She’s perceived differently,
Rude. Arrogant. Proud.
She’s just a product of broken dreams,
Shattered emotions,
The pieces she brought together didn’t fit right,
Misguided connection between the physical and emotional,
Still, she’s up.
Beneath My Perfect 