Promise me this. When you find yourself in need of inspiration, bypass the roses that will clamor aimlessly for attention. And focus on the souls who have actually 'lived' among the thorns.

I hurt in places that you brought back from the dead. Now I have to lay them to rest again.

Having to explain to someone how they hurt you, always feels like an ass kicking... again.

To the person in my future...I hope you're ready, because I'm going to love you... fiercely. You'll never have to suffer for my past heartache. It's taught me that I need love more than the absence of it. I'm not perfect, nor is my track record. I've experienced a lot of takers in my life - but I'll love you with every part of me that remains.

All he did was breathe life into my soul. I was a conquest. An easy one, and you don't know how badly it hurts to know that I was used and tried for a time. Then thrown back.

Let me be clear. I applaud self love. I appreciate self value. But if you're not capable of loving another person just as much... you will never experience true love.

I hear you knocking but I can't let you in. The last time almost killed me. Love, My heart

I don't want comfortable. My heart is not a recliner.

She was a warrior by day... playing her part. But she slept at night with wishes in her heart.