Mistakes we make in the past sometimes keep us connected. Heartache keeps us connected. We want the past to be forgotten, to forget the people we’ve hurt and those who have hurt us and yet, it’s always there, in the periphery of our consciousness, because it has defined part of our life. A part of who we are.
Rescue your heart when you feel you need to Choose to share it with those that value and appreciate everything you are And everything you are not. Hold your heart in your hands and cherish its riches. Love in its purest form comes without judgement or conditions, But you need to value your heart first so that others can love you there too.
The Hardest Part Not the loving, but the part just after— the remembering when you gathered the broken pieces of what once had been whole and the part after that— the forgetting when you drowned those pieces one by one into abyss.
If You Forget Me if you forsake me I shall forget you too don’t take me for the lone redbud that lay bare behind your window in the garden with branches naked, robbed of life in the dead of winter waiting once again to embrace spring which has forsaken it before.
Men like you happen once. Women like me prefer to live our lives cautiously with your after taste, lessons and splinters of broken heart underneath our tongues.