|I don't want to shine like a star to get your attention, I want you to see me when I burn out and still love me.|
I didn't give up, I just realized that you can't control everything. No matter how hard you try. Let's just say I made peace with that fact 😑
In the midst of it all I lost myself to the one who I thought would be mine and hold on to me and never let go ever. But I guess I placed a wrong bet on a wrong person cause all the while when I thought to be winning I was actually loosing every inch and bit of me for the very person who had no intention to keep me at all.
There is strange comfort in knowing that no matter what happens today, tomorrow holds a whole new set of surprises and adventure to live by.
My scars are a map of where I've been, a testament of what I've done and failed to do. Nobody gave them to me, I earned them the hard way.
Every single time my weary orbs searched for you in a plethora of inscrutable countenances, a gnawing feeling of despondency crept over my entire being as an imperishable vine, clasped me in its embrace up to the point of suffocation, the harder I tried to break loose, the more ferociously it strangulated me.
Meeting you was not so much like getting to know you as it was like listening to a tune you don’t remember hearing before, yet you always seem to know what the next note will be. You were a familiar melody so addictive that before I realized it you were stuck in my head and I couldn’t get you out anymore. Every moment of you played on constant repeat and would go round in my head for hours. Slowly you became the soundtrack to my life; every place I went, every person I spoke to, every dream I dreamed there you were, constantly playing in the background. For whatever reason you resonated with me like no one else ever had and I listened to you intently and replayed you until I had memorized you...
The credentials on the wall does not make you a decent human being. While the people you care about the most in life are taken away from you too soon.
It isn't always good enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you must learn to forgive yourself. And no matter how bad a heart is broken; the world doesn't stop for your grief.
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. It's the maturity that has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated together.
Either you control your attitude or it controls you. That regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there better be something else to take it's place.
You cannot make someone love you, all you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them that no matter how much you care, some people just don't care back at all.
There comes a point when you don't feel like talking, but cursing and throwing things or even crying, and all you need is just to be hugged tightly.
A part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so far away and untouchable...
Shadows fill an empty heart as love is fading, from all the things that we are. Can we see beyond the scars and make it to the dawn? The ways you made me feel alive; the ways I loved you. For all the things that never died, love will find you. What if you're making me all that I was meant to be? What if our love never went away? What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
There's nothing more beautiful than a smile that struggles through tears.
I close my eyes to hear what my mind is gonna say, then I noticed tears rolling down my eyes. I wonder what am I thinking that hurts me so much.
It's hard to turn the page, when you know someone won't be in the next chapter, but the story must go on...
I’m not going to spend my life chasing people. You wanna leave? Fine then, go ahead. Cause I’m done with chasing and caring for people who never had interest in me. Nothing lasts and people change. I’ve learned love is hard and life is strange.
Letting go is hard to do. But if something doesn't make you happy and isn't willing to put in the work in order to do so, it may be time for you to let go. Letting go not only requires strength but it builds strength as well. Be strong, and do what is right for you. Don't lose yourself in attempt to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you. Forgiveness and letting go are the steps on our road leading back to happiness.
I've learned that one of the biggest mistake in life is holding on to something that was lost a long time ago.
We need to learn to be more self sufficient because reality bites, we can't rely on anyone all the time but ourselves.
When people you know become people you knew. When you can walk right past someone as if they were never a huge part of your life. You used to be able to talk for hours on the phone and now you can't even look at each other in the damn eyes. It completely breaks your heart to know good things change and there is nothing you can do about it.
There's always gonna be that one thing you wish for but never get. The one mistake you can never take back. And most of all, that one memory you would do anything for, just to have it back again.
When there was no you my smile wasn't so wide, my laugh was something I'd usaully hide, I had no pride. But then there you came, out of no where. My smile became real, you became something I wanted to feel.
People ask me why I guard my heart so protectively. I tell them to look around, what do you see? Cheating, failed relationships, war, people dieing, the never ending problems. Being on my own may get lonely at times, but it’s a hell of a lot safer now.
It is so common to find that the bumptious mind is enjoying most of the time and the best brain is often in pain in life.
In my mind’s eye I can see you so clearly. As I reach out to touch you, you disappear. Leaving me behind and my heart breaks all over again. And yet through my tears, I can still smile as I get lost in our memories.
I read once about a woman whose secret fantasy was to have an affair with an artist. She thought he would really see her. He would see every curve, every line, every indentation and love them because they were part of the beauty that made her unique.