💮 I've Always Had The Best Way With My Words. I Like The Way They Keep Translating My Own Mind When

Real

Yes.

💮Sometimes, it's not quite possible for you to be a healer or a pleaser everytime. It's not possible to cure or recover every broken heart. Some people are not wise enough to let the angels penetrate in their heart and cure them. you're a living being, and everyone can't possibly open their heart to you. You can't blame them either. They've got trust issues. You killing yourself can't be enough to make them trust you. Some may have never met you from your perspective, but they've met similar versions of you so they possibly won't open themselves the same way to you either. Indeed, help, as much as you're capable of, but only when you're asked to. It's not selfish.💮

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● The fact is, we often fail from the aspect of our greatest humanistic ability to build, communicate, and comprehend through the languages we build, only when a single line of a poetry or a simple muse, explain and understand us in such a perfectly satisfying way, that we couldn't ever do in all these years.●

💮 Basically there are always opportunities, if "others" are not there.

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If I'm the grief

You'd be my long lost sadness, buried inside my ashes of anger.

If I'm the scar, you'd be the dripping blood,

Your clotted barrier, shielding me unwrapped.

If I'm voiceless, you'd be my pen, paper and words.

And if I'm "love"

You'd be the unrequited before it, the hopeless, before my romance.

💮 It's okay to feel unsatisfied with what you love. We necessarily and unnecessarily grow. When it doesn't feel the best of you, you know you're turning better and better.💮

☆☆ It certainly makes me nostalgic,when I know how young I was when I realized it's not easy living here, and I transcended from living to surviving.

It certainly makes me unhappy, the person I see when I look to the mirror. She disappoints me more than people.

It certainly makes me brutal, how it's me, who knows every weakness about myself, yet turns them against me. Instead of delicate consolidations it burns me, with my flaws. ☆☆

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🌸Please, don't let this be me, let this be you.

For the last time, let it be you going away far. Don't make the destruction seem to be caused by me. Don't make me blame myself again. Don't change me. Don't make me regret for loving people. Don't seize me from falling in love again.🌸

THIS