Thought I could rule the world without you.
Every bad situation will have something positive.
Even a dead clock shows the correct time twice a day.
No one is free.
Even the birds are chained to the sky.
You just have to learn
to trust people.
I just think happiness is what
makes people pretty.
Happy people are beautiful.
Nobody is perfect.
Perfection is a lack of flaws,
and a lack of flaws is a flaw in itself,
which makes the perfect person in question,
have a flaw.
Have you ever had this feeling
when you keep keep keep keep keep
reiterating words, and then you keep
staring staring staring staring staring
at the word and you kinda forget what it means
as it loses context?
And you’ll wonder why the hell this word is even
a word in the first place because
words are nothing more than sounds to which
we attach a symbolic meaning.
We should all take lessons from crayons.
Some are dull, some are beautiful,
some are ugly, some are bright;
but they all manage to live together in one box.
Sometimes I ‘like’ your posts not because I like it,
but because I want to let you know that
I’m here and you just broke my heart with that entry.
Sometimes you find it hard to tell someone
about your feelings until
you realize that your actions
have already betrayed you.
Heartbreak is lying on the bathroom floor
trying your damnest to breathe
while simultaneously wondering why
it went wrong.
At the end of the day,
the fact that we show up for each other,
in spite our differences,
no matter what we believe,
is reason enough to keep believing.
I’ll even share my cat with you.
Happiness can be found
even in the darkest of times,
if one only remembers to turn on the light.
When a heart breaks,
it also opens;
and once a heart opens,
any number of things can happen,
and some of them can be wonderful.
Sorry hun, but unlike you,
I’m not the doorknob where everyone gets a turn.
I’m more of a casino,
where only the lucky ones hit the jackpot.
You’re 90% of the reason why
I get up at 3 in the morning,
the other 10% is the need to pee.
Love yourself first
and everything else falls into line.
Speak the truth,
even if your voice shakes.
I was so afraid someone would
recognize my handwriting on my post.
Secret that I asked a complete stranger
on the bus to physically write it.
When I said my secret,
she didn’t write it.
She looked up at me and said
”me too" with tears welling in her eyes.
I hate that feeling when you’re about to cry
and someone asks you if there’s anything wrong
or to cheer up. And you try to smile
but you just physically can’t do it and
eventually the effort of trying to smile
for this one person has the tears spilling over.
It makes me feel so defeated by life when
I can’t find the strength to smile in those moments.
You just have to keep making everything better.
Of course it’s you.
It’s always you.
It’s like you feel homesick
for a place that doesn’t even exist.