the decision you make to leave
has nothing to do with the people around you.
You can love and appreciate them
for helping you to grow,
for being your family when you needed one most,
but at the end of the day,
you must ask yourself,
How do I feel?
Am I happy?
Change is the only thing that ever really lasts,
that’s what they’ve always told us,
but I’m convinced that I’m going to love you until the day I die,
and maybe after that too.
he’s so afraid to ask for what he wants,
but doesn’t he know how beautiful he is?
He needs all these reminders,
but I just don’t understand
how someone so f*cking special
needs to be told
that he’s worth so much more than how he acts.
I am so content
with the love in my life,
that I do not need to be with a man
who tells me one day
that I am not worthy enough for him,
and the next that maybe I am.
With no apologies,
he thinks that just a simple “hello”
and “I miss you,”
is going to make me want him back.
But I am far too concerned
with my own well-being
to throw it away for a person
who can say such cruel things
about a woman that he doesn’t even know.
every love in my life is a choice.
And you’ve done nothing so far
to make me choose you.
Every person that comes into your life
is a part of your passage.
they are temporary.
they walk into your story,
and you have this feeling
that they’re never going to leave.
Their presence is written in permanent marker,
the kind that bleeds through the page
just to remind you that they’re there.
He’s so alive in my head,
because all I remember
is that time
that I accidentally opened the front door into his face.
And how his cheeks turned beet red,
and I laughed so hard that I fell on the carpet.
But today I couldn’t laugh.
I could only sob myself awake
for all of the people in his life who loved him,
for all the people that he touched,
for the loss of someone who was connected to each of us in some important way.
You were a part of our growing up,
You were so loved, dear.
You will always be loved.
Are you asking me to break down your walls?
Because I’m standing outside the door,
waiting to come storming in
with hammers and bats,
just so you can see how beautiful you look
with nothing hiding you.