perhaps we are in a constant state of bliss or denial..
or the magnitude of the sadness and pain in this world are too great to fit our bodies
Dry your eyes baby girl
do not let your energy
leave your body through tears
that you cry for them
you will cry of pure relieve
all the struggle will leave your body
you will not look back
you will move forward
by leaning on time
I am slowly learning to love myself
one day I will welcome myself back
no more will I rely on the love of others
listening to yourself and not them
She has lost her dreams
She not only needs to make peace with that
her heart needs to learn to live
like she did before everything changed.
She has to grieve.
She needs to feel it
Go through everything
At a point she will see herself again
and seeing him as a past
In a realistic way but still with a bit of pain
Let her go through it.
She lost a big love not a true love
a love that she trusted but scarred her so deeply
that she needs to learn to nurture herself without him.
That is the biggest sin he has ever committed… so far
Give her time to trust her instincts again
I suppose to feel whole again without him.
Otherwise she will never truly move on
Despite the fact that time is passing by
and when she does meet her true love
she won’t be open to it
When great chances beg her to accept them
She won’t even have time for an acknowledgement
She lost some of her dreams
I wouldn’t wish that heartache on anyone.
Sit with her.
Listen to her.
Let your eyes
acknowledge the pain.
will see her living again
Even the possibility of a never ending love can break the most independent person
I long for a hug covered in sweet warmth and understanding
to take away my blue anxiety and make it green again
make my blue anxiety, a place of growth, green hope
hold me close and stop time for me
right now everything is going so fast
my tongue wants to say the deep thoughts to strangers
they who do not have care for me but have wide grins
so stop me and stop time from pushing me
a hug and someone that makes my back a bit softer
less scarred from the things they throw at me
someone that does not know the entire horror story
but feels the atmosphere of my being