What's really important

 I don’t want to fabricate a perfect love anymore. I just want to live a little better. To not be hurt anymore, and to not hurt others. I don’t like it that there’s so much wounding in the world. If there persists in being so much wounding in the world, I don’t want to live in it. My need for true love isn’t so important now. The important thing is to lead a life where no one can wound me anymore. 

Don't you dare forget

 Don’t you do that.
Don’t you look at what I had for you and call it weak.
Not when you were the one afraid of it. 
I stood there with my hands open,
my mouth bruised tender with supplication.
Don’t you dare treat me like a victim of my own emotions,
like being moved to my knees by love
was a mistake that I regret.
I will go to my grave with the memory of the bravery in my bones. 

Isn't this the truth -

I refuse to be second best. I refuse to be an option. If I’m not your first choice, there’s no choice to be had.

Something we all know too well

It’s strange to feel like you need someone you don’t really know anymore.

Sometimes words have no meaning.

i don’t have the words anymore.
i could learn seventeen languages and swallow dictionaries until i am filled with nothing but definitions and synonyms and that still wouldn’t be enough for some reason you were put beyond my ability to articulate close enough to reach and yet too far to grasp and i try and try and try and my attempts are futile but failure signifies progress so i guess we’re getting there i don’t know where there is or what exactly it means but i hope there is the same for both of us but if we do not cross and this is all just practice for some greater purpose i hope your there is among the stars somewhere between the planets and the constellations because the galaxies in your eyes must be homesick i hope your there is somewhere you want to be and that’s really all i want because as i said before i no longer possess the words 

Speechless

 I don’t remember signing up for this.
I don’t know who made you the authority on what it means to be pretty. Or where you get off going around talking trash about girls who kissed like you were the best thing they’d ever had.
And you can barely dress yourself,
so I don’t know who made you
judge and jury of the beauty pageant,
because, guess what?
I’ve met your ex-girlfriend.
And she’s really pretty. And, far as I know, she dumped your ass, and I think I’m staring to get why that is.
What I wanna know is who made this a contest, and what, exactly, is the prize?
You?
Listen carefully.
Don’t you dare love me through the blood of the girls who came before me.
If you can’t love me without taking the knife to someone else,
I’d rather you didn’t love me
at all.
There is a war going on right under our noses.
A war that we are all complicit in.
I know.
Because I have wielded the ax
just as surely as I have been
cut down by it–
there is blood in the streets
and no one wants to talk about it.
So the red on your shoes
and the red on my hands,
it all goes unnoticed.
This is the ongoing war
of woman against woman,
and say what you want,
but women weren’t the ones who started it. I didn’t learn the word slut
from my mother. Women aren’t the ones who taught me that this was a competition. This isn’t a competition,
this is survival. In a world that already tells us we will never be enough.
Don’t you dare  build me up
on the backs of the women you ruined.
You don’t get to go throwing rocks
when you aren’t the one being stoned to death in the streets.
I don’t want to hear how you love me so much better than the others. Because I know, someday, you’ll be telling some other girl how she’s just so much prettier
than me. 

And sometimes you're a dreamer

 The thought of you is ever present. Somedays it is faint and small, like a whisper in the dark, and others, unbearable, like nails screeching down a chalkboard. But whatever the case, you are always on my mind, every day, every hour, every minute. 

and she now has a spark in her eyes.

"i cant say i know you as well as i would like to, but i remember the pre-baby you and the you now and i have seen such beautiful growth and understanding of love through owen. I am happy for you"

love vs love

In true love, the development of self is most important. Both parties should want the best for one another.
In toxic love, the primary focus is on the relationship itself, sometimes obsessing over how the two people involved interface.

In true love, there is comfort in separate interests. We can have our own friends and meaningful relationships outside of our romantic relationships. We can pursue interests and ideas without fear of reprimand.
In toxic love, there is total involvement in one another’s lives. One can’t go anywhere without the other. This is codependency.

In true love, there’s no struggle in embracing the individuality of your partner.
In toxic love, there is an obsession with trying to change your partner into someone you’d rather be with instead of loving them for who they are.

In true love, intimacy is a free choice that grows from love and trust, caring and friendship.
In toxic love, sex is something you feel pressured over due to fear, insecurity, and feeling as though you have to conform to the sexual desires of your partner.

In true love, every conversation is constructive, trying to understand and help, or convey affection to your partner.
In toxic love, conversations are intended to blame, defend, or manipulate your partner.

The truth sounds insane sometimes.

 The world isn’t against you, my dear, it just doesn’t care. 

A rule to live by-

 Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible.

Because I know you read this / part two

I'll let you have your time while I sit back and watch you shine. You'll rise and rise but one day you're going to fall. Spill your guts; say your lies, because one day you're just going to slip on them.  You know I could be angry but you're not worth the fight  - this is me moving on. 

Emptiness ...

I hope my son never feels this way at night . 

Wanderer

Realizing I'm not searching for my other half because I’m not a half is one of the things that made the biggest difference in my life, not just in my relationships. 

Never let go jack

Just a FYI - getting into a relationship may seem like a good idea but so was getting on the titanic and look how that turned out 

There's this ...

http://youtu.be/io9ivuo4r6Q

AND this 

http://youtu.be/0AKCne5vvaQ

Just remember :

 Don’t ever become so consumed with someone else that you forget your own existence. 

Since I know you read this / part one

 I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations and you’re not in this world to live up to mine. 

You are important

You should tell people how important they are to you. Not because they could leave at any moment, but because they’re here now, and it’s worth saying something.

And sometimes

 Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.