Whiskey Words & a Shovel II

you kill your future by mourning the past

I hate the moments between meeting someone and leaving someone there’s this brief feeling of trust before the paranoia that seeps in once you begin to realize that they’re just like everyone else you’ve met before different person same bullshit

Loving the wrong person is self-harm

smiling with sad eyes I’ve seen what you’ve been hiding

I don’t remember the time where a smile actually meant happiness sadly, so many of my peers only smile to hide things

encouragement IV. instead of teaching women how to keep a man let's encourage them to be the greatest things to and for themselves a woman's value is not validated by her ability to attract and or keep a man

emotional CPR. we try our hardest to force life into things that must die and that’s what hurts the most

I've always given myself in small doses and sometimes nothing at all careful not to share the best parts of myself with someone who could turn out to be the wrong person protective in terms of my heart and soul understanding that most of the people I meet will fall short of my expectations and so I've learned to expect nothing sometimes my emotional switch remains off you can't get hurt if you feel nothing

absence and peace. your absence taught me how to live without you time away taught me to find peace in being alone

Forgiveness I'm still trying to forgive myself for all the things I failed to become. I'm still trying to make peace with all the broken pieces of my past.

(self-love) One day your love for yourself will outweigh the love that keeps you holding onto someone who chooses to hurt you; one day the love for yourself will be your strength- that love will be more than enough reason for you to walk away for good.

thank you for seeing the stars within my soul when all I saw was pain scars and darkness

I witnessed her heart shatter into a million pieces as I struggled to watch but even after all of that even after the tears drowned whatever joy she had left she found the strength to pick up the pieces and that was truly beautiful she is strong, she is you

And still Your heart is fractured but it's still valuable.

Magic One day someone will look at you with magic in their eyes because that's what you are.

Comparisons I compared her to the moon because even in darkness she remained beautiful. I compared her to a sunrise because I'd awake before her to witness the opening of her eyes.

Broken but magic There's still magic in a heart that's been broken

Drown Overwhelmed by a sea of emotions. Sometimes you have to drown to learn how to swim.

Often pretending Sometimes it hurts to be strong. Sometimes it hurts to be the one who seemingly never needs help. Drowning in your own emotions. Pretending to enjoy the rain while hoping for more sunshine.

oh, broken soul you're a mess. you've been broken. you're guarded. you have baggage, but I'm not afraid to stand beside you. I'm willing to help carry whatever it is that may be dragging you down. I'm willing to climb the wall you've built. I love you for who you are. even when you think your soul isn't good enough to reap the benefits of my love.

under stars. meet me here beneath the stars near the moon in the dark I’ve been waiting for someone like you

and I refuse to allow myself to provide an emotional reaction to those who are not worthy of my energy

unhealthy relationships are dead things waiting to be buried

betrayal makes the heart fragile handle yourself with care

loving someone doesn't make them the one

and you were a nightmare wrapped in something beautiful a disaster presented as a gift

life is too short to lose sleep over a living nightmare

I was faced with the realization that I never needed you

encourage her to be the type of woman that sounds weak man running the other way

a war with self. it's difficult it's been painful it's been weighing you down you know it's time to let go you know you deserve more you know he's not who he used to be blinded by love your emotions betray you every time it's the constant battle between what you know and how you feel