Sometimes, silence means more than words.
And sometimes, loving yourself more is better.
Sometimes, saying goodbye also means saying hello.
To being happy.
To knowing that you’re enough.
To accepting you cannot fix everything.
Sometimes, tears mean more than actions.
When the feeling in your stomach
And you know it’s time to let go.
They tell you to work hard for what you want
But what happens when you work yourself
Over something that’s killing you
That shatters your hopes and dreams,
And forces you to swallow them
Chalking them up to foolishness.
They told me the pain would heal
The memories would fade
but they didn’t tell me
what would happen
to my heart
how long it would take
to fall in love again
Choose you. Always choose you.
It’s the one thing you have left when the storm is over.
It’s the one person who will always pick you back up
From the pieces they left you to deal with
On your own.
They fell in love with a puzzle,
But didn’t care to complete you.
Fall in love with your complexity
You do not need another half
If it does not make you whole.