Adults teach you to stand up for yourself and fight for what you believe in until what you believe in is different than what they believe in.
truer words have never been spoken
When the boy with empty eyes
and a long list of past lovers tells you he wants you,
do not mistake this for him saying he wants all of you.
He’ll tinker with your insides and use your body for fun,
but won’t bother to find out what goes on in your head.
Tuck these words away in the back of your mind
and do not think of them or him again.
Wait for the one who tells you things
he’s never said to anyone else before.
Wait for the one who’s eyes light up when they see you;
the one who doesn’t only call you
when they almost drown themselves in alcohol
on a lonely Friday night.
You can’t save yourself from being hurt.
Even when you find the person who falls in love
with your naked mind, things aren’t ever going to be
set in stone.
People fall out of love just as easily as they fall into it.
Don’t let it break you.
You don’t always have to have somebody that loves you.
Sometimes you just have to love yourself;
sometimes being alone is needed to finally be happy.
Try to realize that you do not need to rely on others
to make you feel okay.
People will come and go,
but your body is a forever home.
Don’t let it fall apart just because someone decided to
try and break down your structure.
Build yourself back up twenty times stronger
and shut the door in their face.
Make sure to lock it twice,
you do not need these sort of people
figuring out where your weaknesses are hidden.
The first time I thought I fell in love,
I was sixteen and naive.
You held my hand, and butterflies fluttered.
You looked at me like I was the night sky.
You called me beautiful, and I shined like the sun.
Every time you kissed me, sparks flew.
The day you left me was the first day of a long winter.
But when I was nineteen and grown,
I discovered a hand that never let mine go, and eagles soared.
I found eyes that forever gazed at me like I was the radiance of The Milky Way.
I felt beautiful all the time, without having to be called it, and beamed brighter than all of the Northern Lights.
I was kissed every second of the day, but each time was no less than The Fourth of July.
Because I realized that I had never been in love at sixteen at all.
The first time I really fell in love,
And I mean truly, madly, deeply, unconditionally in love,
I was nineteen, and it was with myself.