Algedonic

you're not in love you're in pain and there's nothing romantic or loving about that

i have bruises no one can see i am hurting but i’ll just smile

the hardest part is forgiving people who were never truly sorry

this isn’t what i wanted i thought i needed you until i realized that you never deserved me

tell these girls they don’t need men to feel like women

her angel eyes saw the good in many devils

the most dangerous anger is the one that lingers in silence it sits it stays it lives in solitude it wants to be alone it dwells within me

they only miss you, when you stop missing them. they only want you, when you’re wanting someone better.

powerful women are tired of trying for lovers who never try for them

i apologized when you destroyed me i held on when i should’ve let go

a father's rejection, damages the soul, of young girls, all the way into the pits of adulthood.

aren’t you tired of needing things from those who are incapable of providing the things you need

a man who apologizes for things he’ll never stop doing doesn’t love you he doesn’t deserve you

a man who hides you is a coward

most nights he’s undeserving of any space in your mind

Who were you before the aches of a broken heart? Who were you before the world decided to tear you apart?

We reach for hands unworthy of holding ours

they force you to shut down, then judge you for not opening up.

all the clouds in me are raining.

they love you until they leave you then miss you when you’ve moved on

who were you before your first love turned hopeful to despair who were you before the disappointment back when you used to care who were you within your innocence before they robbed you of your smile who are you in this moment you haven’t been yourself for a while who were you, who are you the questions for the soul who were you, who are you what makes you feel whole

she accepted a love that never matched her own

i blame your mother for not building your self-esteem and encouraging you to be a queen i blame your father for not loving you enough to keep you from searching for a love in men who couldn’t love you

You are the flower that blooms by itself, for itself, for yourself. Keep growing.

There is pain, a deep pain in the idea of good people wasting the best parts of themselves on people who are never good to them.

take her to cabins let her toes touch the earth watch her arms grasp the trees and fall in love with her love for nature

i ache from the weight of all the sadness in my heart.

you’re an addict, and i was just another drug to you.

don’t let them make you feel as if you are ordinary. you are not.