Everybody leaves.

After all the years and through all the seasons,
I trusted in you.

Through stormy weather and broken hearts,
Midnight conversations and miles,
Laughter from the driver’s seat,
You made promises.

Now your words are broken,
Friendships shattered,
Lost in the deafening radio silence.

Not Quite.

I don’t want to believe in signs.

I don’t want to believe the Universe missed its mark with us.

Soft.

I’ve stopped apologizing for all my soft. The most sensitive parts of me. The depth in my eyes. The warmth of my smile.

It’s ok to feel and to show it. It’s ok to give and get nothing in return.

It’s ok to hurt, and it’s ok to show it.

Vulnerability is a beautiful thing.

Pain is necessary for growth.

Take root in all that you are.