I Stopped Letting People Break Me

I don't cry every night when someone leaves anymore. I stopped wasting tears on people who wouldn't shed a tear for me, I stopped giving people a free space in my heart when they kicked me out of theirs and I stopped letting people define my worth. I still get upset and I still get disappointed but I'll never again give power to anyone to break me so they can make themselves whole.

I don't chase people or try to force them to be in my life if they don't want to. I don't waste my energy running after things that will not make me stronger - things that only hold me back from getting to the finish line.

I could walk a few blocks but I'll never again try to catch up with anyone who doesn't look back and wait for me.

I don't try to prove them wrong or win them back, I simply let them believe whatever they want to believe because they don't want to see the truth. I don't care if they want to paint me as the bad person or the good person and I don't care what they say behind my back because at the end of the day they chose not to angrily face/stand up to me, they chose to talk to everyone else but me and they chose to believe a bunch of lies instead of looking into my eyes to know the truth.

My heart doesn't get shattered when it's broken anymore, it's been through all this before and knows it will be fine and it knows how to fix itself again. My heart may still fall for the wrong people but it will never be owned by anyone but me. My heart knows that it truly belongs to me, so it may wander every now and then but it will never lose its way and it will always return back home.

I don't wonder why they left anymore, I let them wonder why I never cared, why I never asked or why I didn't fight harder.
But the truth is the people who let me down will never be the people who will lift me back up so I let them go, even if it hurts, even if it's not what I want and even if I will disappoint them but I don't apologize for putting myself first anymore, I don't apologize for giving up on people who gave up on me and I don't apologize for forgetting those who walked in my life only to leave shortly after.

The truth is I broke down so many times before over people and I tried to win them back but I (understood/made real/achieved) in doing so I'm allowing myself to give someone the power to destroy me and I learned to destroy things before they destroy me.

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After Realizing He’ll Never Love You The Way He Loved Her

You'll avoid looking at any mirror you pass.
You'll brush your teeth with your eyes focused on the sink,
you will not check to see if the dress you threw on
over your head
flatters your figure,
if it hugs too tightly,
if it gaps at curves where you wish
his fingers were touching.

Your reflection feels like the evil person right now,
like she will make fun of you for every short-coming
tugging at your spine
whispering in your ear,
"You always bend for the wrong people."

You don't want to see how you look.
Plus, there's a whole world that could eye you,
could decide you are a vision and never let you forget
your smile has lit up churches before.

But those people aren't him.

A whole sea, you're still lovesick on one fish
who swims in the opposite direction.
You can't hook-line-and-sink him
if his heart keeps looking for her
in every crowded room.
Her voice has been the only thing
to conduct electricity
throughout his body
even if you keep hoping
he'll feel the magnetism,
the magic,
the spark you hold in your hands.

You can't make him love you
like he loved her,
like he still does.

But you don't want clear and sensible thinking,
to accept the only future you have together
is when you fall asleep
and you're finally the girl he holds
without remembering the velvet of her skin.
He howls underneath a moon every night,
hoping she will come back.

You stand in the distance watching,
hoping one day, he will stop calling her name.

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I Only Want Forever Relationships

I'm a (time going on forever) sort of individual on the grounds that in case I'm going to put useful things/valuable supplies into something I need to completely put useful things/valuable supplies into it. I'm not a worthless two things sort of individual; I'm a whole ass one-thing sort of individual on the grounds that in the event that you don't put your whole heart into something then there is no reason for looking (for) after it.

I don't need ordinary (with nothing unusual) connections that will fail and blur. I need practical connections that will keep going forever, not by any means just relating to love, however with family relationships and connections all in all.

I need to be included by people who make my heart pound and avoid a beat on the grounds that their nearness satisfies me so. I need to spend time with/talk to people who move me and improve me need to be and improve. I need to spend time with/talk to people who I know will be there for me everlastingly through the thick and delicate and pretty since I will completely be that individual for them. I need to be included by people who really need to spend time with/talk to me and don't (leave behind and alone permanently) me thinking carefully about where I remain with them.

I need to be the old couple one day sitting on my entryway patio swing looking at the man by me knowing this is my (time going on forever) and (understanding/making real/achieving) that I wouldn't have needed it some other way. I need to go gaga for him again and again until we're old and dark. Be that as it may, I would prefer not to quit doing things for each other, not prevented by/not part of the issue when we're 80 (anyway/in any event) I need to love like we're 30.

I need to be head over fixes, and I know it's conceivable on the grounds that I've seen it. I've seen a man request his better half's most loved food even after she's passed because of the fact that he couldn't stand eating alone and her food-based celebration made him recall that her. I've driven past the couple who spent each and every mid year day in their yard swing together shaking forward and backward discussing life. I've seen old men still bring across their significant other's plate and pay for her suppers.

I (understand/make real/achieve) that (time going on forever) sort of feeling of love exists and I need it.

I need to be old and dim and still talk with my companions from teenage years or school. Even though we won't be as young and wild and careless as we once were (anyway/in any event) I need to think back over the great times. I need to giggle at the hungover kids that walk in our most loved small restaurant on the weekends discussing everything they did the prior night, almost the same as we've all done as such normally some time (not very long ago).

I don't put useful things/valuable supplies into connections I know won't last because of the fact that to me there is no point. When I need something I need it for good and I need it for (time going on forever). Possibly that is the reason I'm still all alone as far as my deep love life.

I've had people come and go, yet nobody I could truly see a future with and to me that does not deserve putting useful things/valuable supplies into. I would prefer not to end up getting my heart broken on the off chance that I know it isn't going to last, in the event that I know he won't shake next to me later on.

I need people throughout my life that make always appear to be too short. I just need always connections since when I'm old and dim, I need most people close by who have been there for everything. That is the point at which it is important most.

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When You’re The One Who Cares Too Much

You get hurt. You have a feeling that you're the person who gets let down the most. You feel confused in people when they don't complete something you would complete for them. You let your feelings direct your feelings, yet you can't help it and there is nothing wrongly with it.

There is constantly one who minds more, there must be one that (things to carefully think about) more. Everybody has met times in their life when they are head over gets better for somebody who just supposes they are a companion. There are times when its inverse and we can't stand the individual who respects us. It happens, because of the fact that somebody needs to care more.

Be that as it may, truly, who cares in case you're the individual who minds a lot of and (things to carefully think about) more. Why does that need to be a terrible thing? Even though you have a feeling that you set yourself up to get hurt now and then with your huge heart and excellent desires it doesn't make you weak, it makes you solid since you don't give up. You're flexible.

You generally see the best in people (without any concern about/having nothing to do with) how often you've been separated or let and that is freakin' marvelous.

Who cares on the off chance that you invest more energy, who cares on the off chance that you love and honor harder and who cares on the off chance that you mind 'excessively' because of the fact that somebody is going to begin to look all starry eyed at you over those qualities. They are going to love the amazing way you think so extremely about everything. They are going to (laugh quietly) when you begin crying in a motion picture that wasn't even terrible and unfortunate, however to you it suggested something because of the fact that you think carefully about things.

It's happened/been made real that the person who minds less has more power in the relationship keeping in mind that may be agreeing with/matching up with/working regularly with a few, I believe it's certainly horse crap. You shouldn't change who you are. You shouldn't quit minding to appear to be cool and to hide what you're feeling since that is awful quality of life.

The way you think so extremely about everything is such a gift, (without any concern about/having nothing to do with) the fact that it feels like a strong criticism (every once in a while). It permits you to feel everything more and more and experience minutes that others pass up a major opportunity for by covering their feelings. Things mean more to you and that is unusual/amazing, and you should respect it.

Quit supposing it's ideal to mind less or not mind by any means. The world needs all the more minding people; the world needs the spirit within you.

In this way, mind a too much/too many amount of on the grounds that most of the general population couldn't care less by any means. Be the individual who dependably finishes their arrangements. Stay faithful to your promises and words to people since you would prefer not to disappoint them. Be the individual who loves and honors proudly each and every time because of the fact that the world needs more people who care.

Try not to let the world make you frosty because of the fact that that is the exact opposite thing you need is someone else who doesn't care at all. Be you, bear everything to all onlookers, shout your feelings from the housetop, mind and don't give anybody a chance to let you know generally.

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When They Said Time Heals Everything, They Lied

"I need more days without you.. never-ending days. Not only tomorrow, one week from now or one month from now. I need you to everlastingly be gone from my heart and my brain."

I discovered this note composed on a little paper in my room. Covered up between pages 253 and 254 in my most loved book. And afterward I giggled.

How might you be able to wish to (ignore/not notice) somebody who once meant everything to you? Who was at one time your joy? Who was at one time the one you loved and honored? Is it (able to be done) for us to (ignore/not notice) somebody just by erasing them in our telephone index or blocking them on Facebook? Is it (able to be done) for us to go ahead/move forward with our lives without thinking about them?

I don't have the slightest idea. I don't know whether I could.

Since as much as I need to (ignore/not notice) you, you're generally there.

Each time I take a look at my exhibition, you are there.

Each time I read my most loved book, you are there.

Each time I drink my (very strong coffee)/dark brown, you are there.

Each time I listen to my blend tapes, you are there.

Each time I attempt to rest, you are there.

Each time I read verse, you are there.

You're generally there, in my fantasies, in my mind and in my heart. (anyway/in any event) I remember how it feels - you holding my arms firmly; your hands were so warm and delicate.

How might you be able to live with that?

Leaving alone (and forgetting) me a too much/too many number of memories to recall.

I've been hurting throughout the last few years, and I understand why I wind up composing writes/writing and (complex piece of music) about you.

About "US"...

I compose because of the fact that some way or another it helped me to reduce the extreme pain of recalling that you. I taste my (very strong coffee)/dark brown each morning, remembering how it tasted the last time I had it with you.

Nectar, you're my (drug that gives you energy); you are (something that's impossible to stop doing or using) and (nice-looking/well-behaved).

I was only unemotional on the day when you figured out how to leave me. Looking at you slowly disappearing into the skyline hurt so much and I (understood/made real/achieved) that was the end of having you. Every (development or increase over time/series of events or things) you took brought separation, (separating far from others) us and all the great days we had.

You're almost the same as a stain that never blurs away.

Who let you know that time gets better all injuries and tortures? Time doesn't get better anything. You simply need to push ahead with your life since you need to, because of the fact that you have to.

You bring across the injuries constantly (forever), until you figure out how to handle it and (ignore/not notice) it for a little time and after that you feel it once more. It's generally there, the torture and the worry and depression of losing somebody who was (before that/before now) the purpose behind your happiness (from meeting a need or reaching a goal).

That is the manner by which it works. That is the way I attempt to go ahead/move forward onward from you, managing torture regular.

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Had Sex With A Girl And My Room Is Still Smelling 2days After

I invited dis girl to my house, i noticed d smell from her pucci wen i pulled her jeans because of conji, i went ahead and Bleep her d smell from her puna was rill bad and stronge . for fear of having any disease have to rub my dick with dettol and my room still smell till nw.   . Pls ladies always take care of ur puna .

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