I'm grateful to the pieces of me so sharp and in pain, but didn't cut me to bleed out.
I put my ocean in your eyes and you flush the best parts of me when you cry about my depression. We had better things to hold out for... hint hint the wave of emotions.
At some point you have to decide if your bigger on loyalty or your peace. That truth you need can settle you or disturb you to destruction. Be careful.
I had to choose whether or not I wanted peace and, and, and, and if I wanted to attempt to destroy yours. I chose God on this.
Sometimes I'll step in loves quicksand. And I'll love you through the hatred. Until I'm done. Then I need saving because I'm stuck in love, my life can't move in peace.
Writers, yes, get in all of your feelings, then publish it. :)
I don't fuck with nobody off the strength of me anymore. When I'm weak bout to crash out y'all be up living alright. Won't even put in a good word to God if I take his power and make this my last night.
The dumbest thing you can do is be a flaw intentioned friend and call it elevation after the benefits have ran out. Then in your darkest moments you wonder why people won't grow with you but will grow against you.
When I'm healing it's beautiful and it hurts. I'm open minded about the changes. Don't direct me to your penitentiary thinking.
I showed myself more excuses to love the flaw more than I excused myself to love me.