The day I was healed.

I remember it very clearly. The tear streamed down my face. And it touched my lip. Spreading over it. I would leave it there as I searched my mind for nothingness and longed to simply breathe. And then I tasted it. This time so sweet. My mind had forgotten how it felt to be at peace and my cheeks no longer knew the feeling of the desert I live in. And my lips, my lips had only held droplets of salt, while my tongue only tasted the bitter flavor of the hatred in my soul. But this time. It was sweet. And all at once I realized I had not been crying at all. This droplet on my lips had fallen from my damp face. A face only dampened by the water from my faucet. And it turned out, I had not been crying at all. Not today. How sweet it tasted. I knew right then, that was all I wanted. Never again would I let him be responsible for the tears streaming down my face. Never more would I honor his destruction of my soul, my beautiful mind. He was toxic. And I had never known, until I took a breath of fresh air. 

And now I long for the courage to do so. I've felt it, I know what it would be like to be healed. To be free. And my mind has seen it. I've even felt it, a little. But my heart won't let me have it. I know what it will be like, the day that I'm healed.

Angelic words from the broken

Make your decisions based off wise words, you never know where your feelings will take you.

But with that being said, remember the power of love. 

Keep your heels, head and standards high.

And Always remember to be forgiving, one day you may need someone to do the same.

Be honest. Be amazing. Inspire someone today. And if there's no one to inspire. Be an amazing inspiration for yourself. Because you are worth far more than you know.

Naïve

I don't know if it was God or if it was Satan. If it was my soul finding what it truly desired or my heart tricking my mind. But there was always something that brought me back to Him. And when I was with him I was happiest. And sad at the same time. Because I wanted all of him to be mine. But he had not chosen that for me. And it was something I couldn't take for myself. Maybe this is what love is supposed to feel like. My mind knew that there was something better for me. But as I shut the door at night and he stepped further away from my gate, knowing he'd be back in the morning, my soul was satisfied.

This flower girl, has a new love.

This flower girl has a new love.

This flower girl found the right love.

Or maybe she just found the right way to love.

This flower girl can now be refered to as Lillie.

The old flower girl was loving but loving wrong. 

What a beautiful thing it is, to see someone put all their heart and soul into one thing. But to have it taken away, that's the pain we wish we couldn't see.

The old flower girl was loving, and only loving one thing, one man.

She even switched men along the way.

And it was beautiful.

Her whole heart and her whole soul completely invested in one.

She'd learn her lesson, and she'd only need to learn it once. 

Of course everything she was invested in was taken from her, it's not hard to take everything away, when everything is one.

So she saw that pain we all fear, and she felt it. She felt it.

This time, instead of one new love. She'd have many.

This flower girl loves herself. 

She isn't writing about the pain she couldn't explain. She's not writing or loving just one thing in this world, she's taking it all in. This girl can see what she wants, she can breath it in. And nothing's stopping her from having it all.

Cause now she knows, she deserves it.

This flower girl loves the beauty in this world and she sees it everywhere she goes. She's got big dreams.

This flower girl loves doing hair.

This flower girl loves to write again.

This girl loves to be alone.