ramblings on love.
Last night, I asked why he wanted me if he could have anyone he wanted. And he sighed before saying that I was the only one he could be himself with.
There’s a million women that want him, but he still chooses to be here. With me. And I still have to work on not questioning why he continues to choose me.
I am not a woman who allows her time to be wasted, love to be taken for granted, and sense of worth to be tested by a man.
This is goodbye.
There is no turning back.
I just needed to see your face to make sure it’s really over.
I am tired of exposing my soul to a man that can't even slow dance with his own. I am tired of cracking open my rib-cage in an effort to reveal my heart to a man that wouldn't even recognize love if it smacked him in the face. I am tired of beating down the walls he doesn't even know he's trapped in. I am so tired of maneuvering through the bridges of his own self destruction. I cannot love him into loving himself. I cannot cast all of my light on him in the hopes that it'll save him from his own darkness. I cannot heal him. I have tried. And I failed.
Missing you hurts less than loving you up close.
Love doesn’t make you choose between it and your dreams.
We are not in love. We are in a contest to see who’s willing to settle longer.
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment we fell out of love, but I think it was when your bed sheets started to feel more like concrete floors than clouds.
How do you settle for high-fiving the hands that once held yours?
You fell in love with a woman who loved you and her dreams.. but most times, her dreams more.