A Beautiful Composition of Broken

you've been holding on to someone who no longer deserves your grip you've lost countless hours of sleep thinking about someone who doesn't deserve to be on your mind you've displayed an amazing ability to care so deeply unconditionally and you're beautiful because of that one day you'll be rewarded with a love that mirrors your own but first you must move on without the person who refuses to love you

if i could do it all again i would've loved me more instead of waiting on you

3:29:50 pm what is it that you love about him is it the way he lets you down incapable of lifting you up is it the way your heart breaks when he says something that shatters your self-esteem is it the fact he never shows up when you need him tell me again what is there to love about a man who doesn't love you

falling apart doesn't make you weak a strong heart is capable of breaking

The Fight the fight to prove yourself to someone who doesn't deserve you is a losing battle what is there to achieve when the one you want has nothing to give you in return where is the benefit in going to war for someone who'd rather fight against you instead of beside you

giving off the appearance of strength while breaking down deep within and yet no one ever knows because being strong often means being silent

I could've been your everything but you didn't have the courage to love me in the way I needed

delicate yet strong there's a certain balance that only a woman like her can obtain she knows what she deserves ]and provided anything less she'll walk away in search of more she's guarded, sure but she's ready to open up to the one who deserves her

know your worth and never communicate reply or respond to anyone who can't afford to speak to you or with you

you begin to talk like me your facial expressions like my own this is when i knew you were mine

it's scary how dedicated you can be to someone who would rather use their energy to attempt to destroy you

having my heart broken helped me understand the true weight of holding on to the wrong person

i'd go out and party then come home to the moon an empty home and cold bed this was no way to live i needed more

after all, in the end. oftentimes tragedy transforms into beauty delightful things occur in the aftermath of chaos just be patient

we discover through relationships that sometimes the person we fall for cannot comprehend the love we provide

you have been strong for so long cry if you need to scream if it helps

sometimes the love you crave can’t be found in the person you want

shades and shadows the smell of coffee beans sits in my nostrils the taste of Colombia on my tongue the pages of my favorite book between my fingers my morning bliss has just begun

holding on to someone who doesn't care about losing you causes you to lose yourself and self-esteem

i'm constantly evolving i just wish you were involved and a part of this change i've been doing this without you but i'm fine

it's the memories the painful ones what we remember poisons the heart

so many things i need to work on so many fucking things i need to change

i wish i wish for love like this a love like summer being kissed by the sun a love like winter hugged and covered with snow a love like the night being lit by the moon’s glow

be with me and only me choose me always because I'll always choose you

who are you when no one is watching can i trust that person to remain loyal without my watchful eyes who are you when my back is turned can i trust that person to be honest in my absence

outgoing, introvert. she, a chameleon capable of fitting in but made to stand out an outgoing introvert if something like that could exist but even in a sea of people she still felt alone

Monday after 6. awkwardness and tension short questions met with short answers communicating without communication or comprehension no understanding we are no longer who we were before neither friend nor foe nothing, no one just two strangers who used to know one another

books stained with tears of the reader with a broken heart books held tight like lovers in the dark sometimes all you have are the words sometimes all that's left are the books

Disliking you as much as you hate me would require an emotional commitment that you don't deserve.