Blooming flower

Darkness submerges our being from head to toe, leaving a trail of broken minds and lost souls  Our reality is not one of truth or kindness but one of greed and deception  The brightest of us all cannot shine under the pressure of a looming black hole 

  I must not hold out for those whose hearts do not seek my own. If I breathe for you, you must breathe for me. We are one of a greater whole, I feel sorry for those who do not see it this way. Those who are incapable of truly valuing the space someone may take up in your life. The fulfillment they may bring when given the proper chance. We all just want to be treated with care, to be touched by kindness, to be seen in the dark, to be held through despair without being looked at as something that is broken or bruised. To be accepted where we are but also pushed to be the best we can be. We all deserve someone who is willing to help us be ourselves to the fullest, for whatever that means; but I will no longer be that person for a stranger with a familiar face. I will not withstand their blows as they disregard my abilities. They do not see me in the dark but from my darkness they can be seen. A gift I will no longer be sharing so willingly.  

  Her Mind is at war with itself, Two sides of the same jagged edge Half yearns for peace, The other craves destruction  An enslaved soul forced to bind to society,  With no desire to make the decisions  Having the knowledge that this world, Cannot thrive on the foundation man has built  

  I am closing a long chapter tonight. A chapter of pain and a chapter of fear. I will no longer project my insecurities and Pain onto those around me. I will not place blame for the life I feel was stolen from me. I will build myself up until my cup is overflowing and share the love that I made for myself. THAT is who I am, not the bitter voice in the back of my mind who pushes shame and spreads negativity with crude words. I will not lower myself to a place similar to that again. We deserve better from each other. My insecurity around unstable love spreads through me like wildfire and embodies a version of myself I do not wish to know. She does not get to represent me to this world and he who is unsure will not hold power over my emotions. I am much too brave, too smart, too beautiful, too full of love to let a man with unknown intentions drink from the cup I have poured for myself. I will not betray me again.

  How do I tell you that I've seen the depths of your soul that you yourself have yet to experience and that with that said I will leave you with a Kiss on your head and lingering feelings we can't quite explain   

  This body has been beaten and bruised  Cursed and ridiculed  laughed at and critiqued underfed and overworked  overfed and underappreciated This body has been told more than enough to stick that it does not belong  That it is not enough  That it is too much  This body has learned to feel threatened by the presence of others  This body has been taught pain  How do I begin to search for peace in a space that has never known it? How can I ask this body for the love it has never been shown?