That’s something that worries me; how much of your life is determined by who is around you.
I don’t know about you all, but my lovehandles are a bit too affectionate and I need them to go. haha.
Also, I did not create this, I found it on Pinterest. I do not claim ownership, I’m just passing along greatness. They have the source listed as active.com
Don’t you dare, for one minute,
believe that my kindness makes me
anything but insurmountable.
I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt,
and stagger back, wounded and alive,
just to hear you call me weak for trying.
I opened my door to Heartache—
I gave her the fucking key.
My softness for wayward strangers
has made me nothing less
than a halfway house for aching soles.
So when you open your mouth
and call me ‘baby’
understand that I am not your next victim
in a laundry list of broken girls.
You think I don’t know you? People like you?
People with mouths for hands.
I’ve got skin like topsoil
and your teeth could never take root.
So when you go looking to make a plaything
of a sunburst,
you better look for someone with less fire
Because softness or no,
I will eat you alive
before I let you make a meal of me.
Tonight was so warm and mild. I walked to the canal and sat on a lock and I just was.
The sky purpled around me, and the water tumbled, and the warm wind kissed and coddled me.