Once again, there are no petals hanging,
the leaves that clung effortlessly onto your body have drifted away
the shriveled up bitterness has remained within your home.
The shrieking sounds of constant anger brewing inside
and the harsh attacks you've placed among yourself
The past cannot hurt you, my love
Only you can hurt yourself.
The emptiness of where the pain once stayed is no longer there
and the constant longing to replace it has grown.
The constant threats of wanting to destroy all love have reached its limits
as you've pushed everyone away to the hidden corner that belongs to the little girl who longs to play, to find beauty within every spirit, yet lacks the vision to see within herself.
You are broken, my love.
Any sort of help causes your castle of glass to tremble
knowing that a castle of glass is just a temporary home.
Allowing anyone to enter is one step away from tarnishing all you've built for yourself,
but,
a house not sturdy for those around you is no house at all.
It's all you've ever known
don't accept the pain
don't accept the love
because your home would withstand neither
Don't love so closely as you become dependent and once the love is gone like the last drop of water leaving the riverbed
you'll return back to the shards of glass
of the home you once had.
You've struggled trying to love because of the little girl
who wishes to share the balloons that keep her afloat
Pick one or pick none.
If I cannot love then I cannot understand its meaning:
to hold such a spot within someone's heart, trust, lust.
To give love without having love is to be under-valued, mistreated, and tossed aside
You've given up the colors of your soul to compose a mosaic for the demons that lay beside you at night.
You gave every piece of yourself to everyone you meet
in hopes, they'll feel the love and be kept afloat throughout this journey
but
you've forgotten to give the best piece to yourself.
You've given and never received the same in return.
Do not cry, my love as the trees will guide you home to a place where you belong.
The love you desire is not from a thousand men
it is not a dozen roses
or the rarest of jewelry.
The love you desire is the love you give to others.
The love you desire is from yourself, not others.
You'll pick up the pieces from your castle of glass and create a new home.
A home where the little girl can be at peace,
a home where you can be cared for,
and a home where the love you strongly crave will be present.
This is only the beginning of what's to come
a greater future where happiness is fruitful.
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My Story
PoesiaLife has been a constant rollercoaster. I've struggled with properly dealing and healing from traumas but writing has and will continue to be my primary outlet of such emotions. Enjoy and never forget, life moves on.
