She drove a little too fast; she loved a little too deep. She
learned the hard way that only on the very brink of death do you feel the most
alive.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
hundred & forty-two
My lips have become a catalyst for words you will never say.
I recite affirmations softly to myself: you are beautiful, you are loved, you
are enough. And just before sleep overcomes me, I almost believe them.
hundred & forty-one
We are so quick to yell at the Lord; so quick to deny Him in
His great plan for us. Sometimes God doesn’t change your circumstance.
Sometimes God changes you, instead.
hundred & forty
A note to the side chicks: there is no winning. It’ll drive
you mad if you don’t have him, but you know the second you do, you won’t trust
him. You’re competing, baby, but there is no competition. This isn’t about
respecting yourself or fighting for what you want. This is about realizing you’re
worth honesty. And with this, what you’re doing at 2am, there is no winning.
hundred & thirty-nine
Trust me, I’m just as sick of writing sad strings of words
as you are reading them. I wonder, then, if when the hurt is gone, will I even
be able to write? Perhaps only colorful words will slip from my tongue like a
million rainbows with no hidden intentions.
hundred & thirty-eight
Just know when she’s stopped playing games, it’s because she’s
stopped caring who the winner is. And when that’s the case, man, you’ve lost
her.
hundred & thirty-seven
I’m trying to rub clean the words engraved in my mind;
consider my walls built and my heart incarcerated.
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