Unappreciated

Breath sis, it’s six in the am’s, and you barely slept a wink. Trying to be perfect for imperfect beings got you running around in worry. They simply forgot that your heart is home, so they never returned. Remember who you are. You are the queen of walking away from all messes that stain your soul. Don’t be so reluctant to put you first.

Sprawled onto car seats, and you bled from your soul. Speak up sis, let him know “This hurts, This hurts me” than gather all of the things you threw away while picking up false hope and run, walking is no longer an option when your heart is in the clutched Jaws of a serpent.

When people lie to your ego, it’s the pride that takes a knock. Dust yourself off from the ground and pretend the scars do not hurt. There is so much more to you, so much more to give and receive. All situations are temporary, including the perfect pictures on our walls.