OH, HOW I WAS WRONG

i thought that being strong 

meant not being weak.

i thought that being yourself 

meant you couldn't change. 

i thought that being brave 

meant giving up your fears. 

i thought that by saying no 

to one thing meant saying

 no to a lot of things. 

i thought that by knowing 

your boundaries meant that

 nothing bad would ever happen. 

i thought by accepting this all

 i wouldn't be afraid anymore. 

oh, how i was wrong. 

[insert dried flowers here]

idk anymore

i want to learn how to let fear become like an envelope around me. 

i want it to seal shut and then leave me with a decision: 

to succumb or to overcome. 

because there is power in having to decide.

geez. wouldn't that be empowering. 

YOUR PAIN IS REAL

to the girls who's hearts were broken 

before any boy could do that:

you don’t have to live in the shadow of one mans failure.

 you most assuredly do not need to pull 

your strength from your hatred.

you’ll always be strong. you’ll always be hurt.

 you cannot leave your legacy in the dust.

learn from life and it’ll learn from you.

shoot, girl, your pain is real, 

but your victorious strength is too.