I Love My Love

How many times do you have to be hurt, humiliated,
thrown in the fire and burned,
embarrassed, neglected,
thrown in the ocean and forgotten,
lonely, bruised,
thrown under the bus and damaged,
broken, confused,
thrown in the mud after being used..
terrified, and stuck
till you realize that love doesn’t?

love note:
love doesn’t hurt. love heals.
anything or anyone that hurts you is not love.
people who don’t know how to love, hurt.
anything or anyone that stunts your growth, is not love.
no matter how perfect it may seem—some days.
there’s no such thing as a flower blooming beautifully—
without consistency..
without loyalty..
without attention..
without water..
without real love.
remember this.
enough
no more letting people in this way.
no more letting shit slide.
no more wondering.
no more late night cries.
no more trying to be the best me,
for people who don’t really “see” me.

you spend too much time guarding your heart and not enough time nurturing it.

learning me

I’m goofy. I’m overpassionate. I’m clingy. I’m crazy.

I’ll give you your freedom but in return I need reassurance.

Some days I’m insecure, other days I’m arrogant.

I speak my mind.. quite too often.

I bite my tongue.. quite too little.

I can make your world light up if you give me a chance..

I can make your heart soft and your head spin—

if we’re talking romance.

I sit in the corner at social gatherings because I don’t like to be bothered—

but the second I get you to myself,

I’ll talk for hours.

Most times I’m too much to handle..

but never too much to love.

Took me some time to realize that.

mother had died before i ever even had the chance to get to know her. the real her. every day i’m trying to find the parts of her within me.

if they knew i barely loved myself, would they still love me?

i’m not really sure who i am.. or who i want to be.

i’m not really sure my reflection was meant to define me.

my dreams keep me trapped because society has confined me.

a closed mind don’t get fed and without soul food there is no growing

you put yourself in a position where you miss out on not only a love that’s waiting for you—but life.

Q: What can you tell someone who has major self-esteem/ self-confidence issues?
A: You know how long and hard God worked on you?

Stop diluting yourself to fit the standards of anyone who is unable to see how fucking perfect you are.
It’s not you, it’s them.
Don’t ever give anybody the power to define you,
alter who you are, or destroy you.
Your opinion about yourself is the only one that matters.
So fall in love.
As hard and as deep as possible—
with the only person who it makes sense to. YOU.