Disrespect.

Disrespect at its finest.

The ultimate sin,

Lies

Deceit

Fake love

You created this crisis

And now it's the end

There's no way out

All your made up bullshit

What the fuck did you think,

I'd really put up with it?

Tried to play me for a fool

You mistreated my kindness

Ripped my heart from my chest and made its beat go silent

Now all you're left with is misery and sadness.

So loathe in your sorrow,

your self pity,

your pain

I hope it eats you alive

And you never fucking love again

You deserve what you get

Just remember that shit

Fucking

lying

deceitful

ungrateful

bitch.

I'll see you in my dreams.

i lay here stunned, the outline of your body is still imprinted on my sheets, and the smell of your skin still lingers beneath the covers.

i lay here struggling to breathe, saturated by memories of you.

i will close my eyes, and escape from my thoughts. i will let go of my guilt, my worries, my fears, and the endless problems racing across my mind.

sleep sweet my love, i'll see you in my dreams.

past.

Sometimes, everything is a mess and you just need to make it stop.

And sometimes, when it stops, time stops with you, but not the people.

So those you said forever to, get tired of waiting for you and leave. They just leave you like it was something normal to do, like it wouldn't hurt at all.

And one day, you feel okay and you decide to make time count again...

And then, you notice that you're alone.

That those who said they'd wait for you, those that said they loved you for the best and the worst were gone...

Don't let them fool you with their words my dear.

Love doesn't walk away, people do.
True love always waits....

Will always be perfect...

You value the things you've lost the most. Because the things you've lost are still perfect in your head.

They never rusted.
They never broke.
They never hurt you.

They are made of the memories you once had, which only get more beautiful, day by day.

They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the hopelessness of actually still existing.

Of being real.
Of having flaws.
Of breaking and deteriorating.

Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect...,

Hidden metaphor

I wake up early.
I love it.
Seeing the sunrise never gets old.

The smell of the fresh coffee I'm brewing makes me smile, and I fall in love with the way that the floorboards creak in the silence as I make my way to the window to peek out again.

The silence.
It's deafening.

My otherwise noisy house is still asleep. Just me, surrounded by complete stillness.

After finishing my cup of coffee. I step out of the house in my pajamas to take pictures of the beautiful sunrise.

There must be a hidden metaphor somewhere, that photographs never capture the reality of a scene. They don't tell you what the moment felt like or smelled like. Or exactly how those colors plastered themselves across the sky. They don't tell how the frost felt as it nipped at my bare feet and how it casted fairy dust over the rooftops and grass. They don't tell how the birds sing as they fly over up above on their yearly road trip down south.

There is a certain magic in the fact that words, photographs or music will only capture most of the moments...

...not all of the moments.

The unconditional kind.

It's not that kind of love. It's the real kind. The unconditional kind. The nonjudgemental kind. Not the physical kind. I love you as a soul who inhabits this earth. I love you because I understand what makes you the way you are. And if I could change it, I would. But I can't—so I choose to love you instead. And my hope is, that my love and acceptance of you will lead you to do something good for yourself, make some changes and get your life straightened out.

It's all the points I see between..

I want to appreciate the times when moments are made into memories. No matter how good, bad or awkward they may be. I want to embrace them, cherish them, and never forget that they come so few and far between.

I know that wherever life takes me, these moments will always follow. Some of them I will look back and smile about, and some I will look back on and wonder how the hell I got through them.

But every one of those moments will remind me of what's truly important.

It's not just life, but living.

It's the journey, the destination, and all the points I see between.

it's up to you.

everyone has choice,
constantly.
in every situation.
there is always a decision.
that decision may define you.

it is up to you whether the decision or choice, is a good decision or a bad decision.

you decide,
you choose.

it's up to you how you react to a situation, it's up to you, and only you to control yourself and the situation you are involved with.

For every action,
there is a reaction.

it's up to you to change a habit, or create one. it's up to whether you learn from the mistake, or repeat it.

after all, in reality we only have ourselves to depend on, and no one else.

Show me the parts you hate.

You hide because there's more to you than what I see and you're not sure I'd like the rest. You know that sometimes, you don't even like the rest.

But I can't love all of you, without knowing all of you.

I need you to show me the ugly and dark cobwebs of your soul. I know things about your soul that you don't know I know. But if you don't validate the bad, I can't love all of you.

Show me those parts you hate. Even the parts you try to cut out of yourself. Stitch them back in, I'll show you where the beauty lies.

You are not perfect, but no one ever wants perfection.

Imperfection is perfection...

Window of Imagination.

I put my hand up against the cold dark window pane. Behind it, thin clouds gently floating across the moon. And even though I can't see you, I know you're on the other side. But you don't know that I am on this side looking out.

The silence is deafening.
I am empty.
So much distance.

The glass is cold and sad against my fingertips. I can't feel your warm skin touching mine. I can't feel your gentle kiss upon my lips. I can't smell your soft sweet scent or hear your contagious laughter.

God I miss that laugh.
And it hurts.

The glass will always remain there, a border between me and you. But if I close my eyes love, perfect images of us together flood my mind.

So real.
Yes.
Perfection in every way.

I smile as darkness gives way to the most beautiful sunrise peeking over the horizon, warming my soul.

You are here with me.

What a beautiful gift our imagination is my love. It allows me to feel you when I can't.

Know I will always be waiting for you here, with our perfect memories on replay behind this glass of imagination.

I miss your face...

It's different for all of us...

Happiness.
Its different for all of us.

Maybe its snuggling with your lover on a stormy night. Or the sound of your favorite song dancing into your ears through your headphones.

A hot cup of coffee.
A smile from a child.
A warm breeze blowing your hair on a perfect summer evening.

Happiness.
It might even be your complicated love story that doesn't sound anything like a fairytale.

Never chase.
Happiness can be found,
Right here.
Right now.

Maybe its not packaged precisely how you want it to be.
But, look around you.
Happiness.
It's everywhere...