tell your daughter
you yell at her
out of love
you teach her to confuse
anger with kindness
which seems like a good idea
till she grows up to
trust men who hurt her
cause they look so much
like you. to fathers with daughters - rupi kaur (via girl-violence)
How does it feel to be loved and to love? Magic, it touches every inch of your being, every fiber burns for you, my love.
Sometimes I think that I want to be unconditionally loved, an obsession, a hunger, a desire. I want you to breathe in and out my name every time you draw air into your lungs.
How does it feel to lose love? Heart ripped out, a smile on your face. I lay waiting for you to turn around and realize the mistake. But it’s only mine I am left with.
You lie, cheat, steal, leaving me breathless, tired, a fighter after a match they’ve trained their whole life for.
And yet I crave to be loved with every ounce of my being.
Willingly give all that I am to you, to him.
Sometimes I think that I don’t want love. I don’t want to be the reason you get up in the morning, the reason you smiles at the sound of my name, the reason you string your guitar and play the chords to my favorite song.
I don’t want to be the reason you wait by the phone.
I don’t want to be saved.
I don’t want to wait by my phone and I don’t want to save you.
I want to save myself because I won’t fight for you.
I feared loneliness so I wrapped up my fear with a bow and called it love. Giving it to everyone who passed by with the faintest sparkle in his eye.
I took what I called love and I let it destroy me.
I then decided to pick myself back up still loving you, but loving myself more.