Loving Pain

Loving is pain, it’s a pain cause you know it forces you to be all that you scared to be. All that you feel you should not be.

Love just like pain shows you off not only to others…. But, mainly to the deepest parts of your soul that tell you that you are not good enough and that hey you might never be good enough. I “might” not be good enough could mean oh no all you need is that one thing that will reveal you to yourself. I love pain cause I understand love and that love can leave you broken close to dead…. But not dead….. Getting up and finding love that hurts but remains is the ultimate joy of loving the pain,so we keep loving the stabs we inflict on ourselves when we choose to love cause if it get us to forever loved…. We will look back on our scars of pain and dance around in the realm of loving pain.

Walked away

Have you, no wait…. Did you notice that you walked away with me, does it even matter to you what It may possible mean to be walking around with pieces of me? How can you be walking away with pieces of me when you left me behind.. You may say , boy!!!! that’s the part you see… that’s all you can see , that’s the me you left that everyone around me can see, not the bits and pieces I gradually gave to you to recreate a me inside you. The me that you walked away with is with your soul. The soul that needed soothing, the soul that needed loving, the soul that needed healing it cried out for my soul, it heard . The soul my soul needed to sooth, the soul my heart wanted to cling onto not because I dont need it but because my soul heard your soul and knew its job, it’s want, it’s desire. You walked away with pieces of me that without them it’s like breathing through a oozing wound. Hey wait you remember the days you would lie next to me and you still walked away with with me. I don’t blame you for having walked away because you prepared me , you prepared me build a new soul… One I am so ready to meet after…

I heal… For you walked away with only bits of me.