Soft

i’m exhausted
from not being
seen by the
eyes i’ve fallen
in love with.

the softness you

carry around with

you is stunning.

please never

take it off.

i hated myself so much,
i chased anything that
would get me the slightest
bit of attention,
often finding myself in
the wrong arms,
the wrong beds,
wondering why i was
never good enough for these men.
years passed by living this way,
until i finally woke up in
my own company,
and realized this was
all i really needed.

life was not meant
to be lived on mute.
blast yourself,
and forget anyone who
tries to change your settings.
it’s not your fault little
people cannot handle big things

live wildly.
fall willingly.
love softly.

we’re all struggling,

fighting our own

battles within,

and doing what we

need to survive.

be kind to one another;
it is the only thing we can

do to help ease the pain

of this unkind world.

love shouldn’t have to be
convinced to remain.
true love doesn’t need to be lost
before its’ value is determined.

losing myself
because of you
wasn’t a fair trade.

i guess i’m the only
one left with the blame.
you warned me of
your destructive manner,
but i was too stubborn
to get out of your way.

then the darkness took over,
and it changed me;
ripping apart the soft creature i used to be.