In the night, I am kept awake by the endless chatter of my inner self. I hear it speak softly of old hurts and fondly of past loves, while its demands and anxieties resound throughout me in multitudes...
Hearts aren't handcuffs and people aren't prisons. When you feel it's time for you to leave, you leave. You neither need to wait to be released, nor ask for permission.
Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.
Some people are magic, and others are just the illusion of it.
I learned much too late that what you called love was nothing but a desperate and irrational fear of a life lived alone.
Self love is an oceanand your heart is a vessel. Make it full,and any excess will spill overinto the lives of the peopleyou hold dear. But you must come first.