Sweet & smooth words..

 There has never been a better "I'm sorry"

than changed behavior,

a better repentance than turning away

from the sin you've committed,

yet he continues to let his mouth redirect your

heart while he continued to head down the

same direction.

This is how manipulation finds roots.

He says things to make you stay, while he

Continues to do things to make you leave.

You see clearly through his ways, but there's a

flame of hope he keeps burning with his

unkept promises.

Open your eyes and look at what he's done..

what keeps coming out of his mouth,

those sweet & smooth words, a sword

with a perfect little bowtie. 

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Fresh.

I wanna start fresh...

and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,
but not forget how glorious and essential it was to me.

Forget the memories that make me weak and sad,
but not forget the memories that are an anchor to my strength.

Forget the people who caused me pain,
but not forget those who were with me in heavy rain.

Forget my past, mistakes, and regrets,
but not forget the lessons I learned from them.

Forget the days when I cried silently, not aloud,
but not forget the same days that make me strong.

Forget the old me, find myself and explore,
and emerge and shine as never before.

This is why
I wanna start fresh.

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How Could It Be...

It's not your fault that beautiful and
convincing words squeezed their way through
the gaps between their teeth into your ears.
It's not your fault that your ears swallowed
words with hope, simply because your eyes
saw something promising.
It's not your fault for believing in someone so
believable.
How could it be your fault when they had
their best poker face on, luring you to lay all of
your cards down because it was just a game to
them and not a journey?
How could it be your fault when you did
not fall foolishly into the same old, but were
blindsided by something different from an
angle you didn't expect fake love to take?
How could it be your fault for loving how you
were supposed to love?
How east it is for us to blame our hearts for
falling into the wrong arms, but quickly forget
how strong and safe those arms appeared to
be?
It is not your fault for falling for a good liar
when they had every appearance of love...
Please stop blaming yourself, and learn to get
up after you've been fooled.

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Best Shot.

It is not her love coming to an end,
she will always have love tucked underneath
her rib cage.
This is another failed love attempt reaching its
last page,
a relationship fading into the image of a
memory.
and a woman understanding that it is not her
job to plant, water, and harvest love in a man
all at once,
especially one who doesn't want to taste the
goodness of her love.

All that matters now is that
she gave it her best shot,
another bullet wound from someone
she handed the gun to.




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What was the catch...

Your Fingers held tightly to the wrongs of her

past,

making her feel that she made mistakes by

taking the wrong paths.

You somehow thought it was right to use her

 transparency as a weapon

to imprison the secrets that spilled from her

vulnerability.

What did you want as a ransom when all that

she could give you became yours?

How does someone give you their soul,

yet you give them your soulless love,

begging for her heart to make it prisoner?

What was the catch in making her feel safe,

only to use your insecurities to terrorize her?

What were you after?



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Wanting Better...

She did not just fall out of love,
she was constantly pushed over the edge,
weak from the tireless attempts to save the
very thing you kept killing.

She did not fall out of love,
her heart was deprived of everything good she
brought to the table until her malnourished
soul learned that it's better to lose a love story
than to end the story of her love.

She did not fall out of love,
she kept tripping over the knives you tongue
set on the path, and bled too much to find
strength to get up.

She did not fall out of love,
she fell in love
with wanting better. 



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Being Fed Up.

Being Fed up is a stage he cannot understand.
how can he not see that you've gotten sick to
your stomach from eating crumbs of the good
in him.
while he thinks giving half effort is enough to
keep your relationship moving on strong legs?

He cannot see how you are vomiting all of
your hope because there's nothing left to
swallow but the truth
The truth is, he is used to woman who settle
for anything on their plates, they are okay
being a side-piece, while being the main
courses all you can accept.

You are not a woman to drive through the late
hours when his lust is hungry. Your brain
isn't to accept fest love with my absence.

Being Fed Up is a stage only you will understand, and when he gets a clue,
you'll be long gone.



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A Place of Mystery.

     

       
          I think it is safe to say that the soul is a place of mystery. We can not see our soul, but we can and do feel its impact on our lives. All kinds of feelings, attitudes, thoughts, imaginings, and desires fill the soul, and they are often in conflict with one another. We may feel that we want to do one thing, yet think we are not able to do it. We have many feelings we do not understand or even know where they came from. Why? for example, would a woman feel intimated when another woman she doesn't even know walks into a room ? Or why would a woman lack confidence even though she is very talented? what causes insecurity, fear of failure, abandonment or rejection?
         These problems are definitely cause by something, and we need to know what it is. There couldn't be multiple reasons we react the way we do in specific circumstances, but we will never understand ourselves if we continue to ignore and hide from the negative feelings and strange behaviors we have. Most of them come from some emotional injury we have sustained in our lifetime that has never been healed. It is impossible to go through life and never be hurt, but whatever we heal or stay wounded is up to us. It is easy to hide from our pain and live under layers of false identities in an effort to hide the person we really are, but it takes courage to find your true self and learn to live the life you were meant to live. have you ever thought, "I just don't understand myself"? " what is wrong with me?' "Who am I, and what is my purpose in life?"
           The way to find the answers to these questions is to look into God's word. In his word, we find his plan for us and we recognize the lies we have believed , perhaps our entire life, that have been used to derail our destiny and leave us confused about our identity. He can take your pain and actually make it work out for good. If you have been hurt and have a wounded soul, don't be afraid  to open your entire being to God and ask him to heal you. Remember, healing requires facing a lot of things you may have been ignoring or hiding from for a long time. It may be a frightening thought to let the light into your darkness, but I promise that we will be glad you did.

           Declare This: I refuse to live in the dark any longer. I will take God's hand and walk into the light and face the truth that will set me free.

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