Wednesday 21 October 2015

Self love.

A few things I have learnt on self-love.

When they say time heals, they mean time will heal only if you allow it too. Time will heal if you acknowledge there are wounds, time will heal if you know you are flawed.
And that’s okay to admit, it will take nothing but time and courage to realise what has scarred you but you know what? Life is filled with ups and downs you’re going to learn that life is a river that will flow forward no matter how rocky the path is.
Keep looking forward and let time heal, it’s okay to cry now but I want you to know, before you get there that there is a future, just let time do its work.

You will lose hope. You will collapse to your knees wondering why you have to bleed for a heart that feels so heavy and eyes that never stop crying, and you know what? It’s not okay. It’s not okay to feel this way that’s why I am going to ask you to cry. Hurt. Be in pain. But no matter what, you get back up. You get back up and you see that sunset you love. If everything you love in life is lost then create new memories. It’s not okay, and things like this might happen again, but when life knocks you down you get back up and prepare yourself for another good fight, and you will win, and by win I mean, every breath you take you will feel alive again and not wanting to be dead.

When you stand in front of the mirror and you’re wondering why you’re not pretty or skinny enough. Stop. You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You are going to ask me how I know, and I know, cause when you’re 65 and you have wrinkles and you’re walking slowly cause your knees hurt it won’t matter how you looked when you’re 14 cause someone will fall in love with you. Not only for your looks but for the way you spoke, the way you fall in love with everything and more. You are beautiful not only because of you are on the outside, but who you are on the inside and trust me, my grandmother said it didn't matter if my grandfather was good looking he was the only man who got her jokes.
You don’t have to be beautiful according to society rules, you are beautiful. There is no predefined standard, and you don’t have to be beautiful for someone to fall in love with you.              

If love was shallow, we wouldn't have poets and authors around writing about it. You do you, you make your own choices, and if any of these days you feel like you’re not good enough or as pretty as your friends, you stop and you realise how beautiful you are and you can be.

People are going to hurt you. Bad. Some people might mean it, some people might not but you cannot let anyone take away your happiness away from you. If a person makes you happy and you’re dependent on that person, that is fine. You’re worth all happiness, but know if a person hurts or leaves you, and this person made you happy, let them go. It’s not worth it to have something full of poison by you because it feels good, because at the end of the day, the poison remains and you crumble. You will find better people, you will find more happiness in what you bring yourself then what others bring to you. And if you find more happiness with what people bring to you, that is okay as well, just remember at the end of the day YOU matter.

Lastly, the thing I learnt about life is that, it sucks, but there is nothing I wouldn't do to get up every morning and see the face of the person I love and watch the sunset. Because right now I am alive. I am everything I want to be.

So try loving yourself, put the puzzle pieces together, the fight is worth it.

Sunday 11 October 2015

Simply Brown

You hated your eye colour,
Called it a dull and dirty brown,
Wished for the deep blue of an ocean,
Where admirers hearts would drown, 
And it pained me when I realised,
You'd never see it like I do,
The way your eyes hint at a story, 
That I want to read right through, 
They hold specks of stolen sunlight, 
That you'd miss with just one glance, 
And a depth of raw emotion, 
That can freeze you in a trance, 
They're a fix of melted chocolate,
When I'm craving something sweet, 
But hold a gaze that's so unwavering, 
that I find it hard to meet,
I fall right into your eyes 
The browns of earth's unfettered beauty, 
That I yearn to memorise,
When I was tired of not belonging,
they made me feel like I'd been found 
And I hope you never say again, 
That you're eyes are simply brown. 

(m.g.w)