Self-love, self worth People search for me everywhere. See, at times you have lost the way to me. Confused and misled. Believing that every time you hear my name it is real and true. Falling flat and finding yourself in a world drained of its bright colors and butterflies. My name is thrown around as … Continue reading The Greatest Love
Swept off your feet...
You didn’t care to see me when I was there. Now, growth has made it so you’re invisible to me even if you’re near.
Honey dripping inside of me. Much more than sweetness. What you taste when you kiss me. The swirl you remember when you eat me up. My viscosity won't allow you to forget. A small taste will spellbind, lost in my rib cage like beehive.
She was damaged, but you kept her. You loved her differently, reassured her. It’s all she needed to be on her way to find herself again. She was damaged, but you stood. She noticed that, so she began to heal. All it took was patience and true love for her to love herself again. She … Continue reading She Was Damaged, But…
Karma makes it clear to all that encounter it that every good you give and every good you do will boomerang and every evil you wish and every evil thing you do never leaves you behind, it never forgets your name.
Loving you is a mystery. A place where predictions aren’t clear enough to even imagine. You are a place I can’t forget even if I tried to overwrite it with another place or another face. They may say love is everywhere and can be found in anyone but anything like this is only understood when … Continue reading Loved Truly
How you choose to live your life and how you choose to play the cards you are dealt is completely up to you. Sure, you may not have the option(s) to choose which cards you receive but you can definitely choose how things play out, according to your very own actions. Your destiny is in … Continue reading Decisions
You came to me like a thief in the night. Stealing from me my peace, my sleep and even my body. Numbing me and depriving me of continuing my path to recovery and regaining my self love, my power. How this was possible, was not clear to me until I began to realize that I … Continue reading Reflections
Once the page is filled layers of pages, filled with more, fall upon us. Every page is written using a different hand. Different ink. Different style. Different feeling and different words. Just because you put a period at the end of this sentence it doesn’t mean that your story has ended. – Samantha Mia The … Continue reading Period.