I'll be me.

 From walking home and talking loads

To seeing shows in evening clothes with you
From nervous touch and getting drunk
To staying up and waking up with you

Now we're sleeping near the edge
Holding something we don't need
All this delusion in our heads
Is gonna bring us to our knees

So come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don't you be you
And I'll be me?

Everything that's broke
Leave it to the breeze
Why don't you be you
And I'll be me?

And I'll be me

From throwing clothes across the floor
To teeth and claws and slamming doors at you
If this is all we're living for
Why are we doing it, doing it, doing it anymore?

I used to recognize myself
It's funny how reflections change
When we're becoming something else
I think it's time to walk away

So come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don't you be you
And I'll be me?

Everything that's broke
Leave it to the breeze
Why don't you be you
And I'll be me?

And I'll be me

Tryna fit your hand inside mine
When we know it just don't belong
'Cause no force on earth
Could make it feel right, no, woah

Tryna push this problem up the hill
When it's just too heavy to hold
Think now's the time to let it slide

So come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don't you be you
And I'll be me?

Everything that's broke
Leave it to the breeze
Let the ashes fall
Forget about me

Come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don't you be you
And I'll be me?

And I'll be me..

- Amos Lee

I've heard that pain.

 Let your scars breathe, let them speak. 

They don’t exist to be a blanket that covers your faults, your insecurities, those memories that know how to wipe the smile off your face. 

Let your scars breathe, let them live. 

They are meant to be a reminder that the strength flowing through your veins is real, that pain came, but it couldn’t stay. 

They are meant to be stories rather than your reality. 

Let your scars breathe. When we hide them, we sometimes forget not to become them. 

Sometimes we even walk ourselves under the knives that caused them. 

Let your scars breathe.

That is how they breathe a better life into you.

She was not crazy..

 

She was not crazy,
she was a victim of your narcissism,
finally free from being a puppet to your
manipulation.
She was not crazy,
she was awakened to the reality of who you are,
growing aware of the deceit your mouth
had fed her ears.

When did she go crazy?
When she realized her worth and came to the
conclusion that she should not be in
competition to feel important to a so-called
lover?
When she stopped begging for consistency or
demanding it, but found her way out of this
love circus instead of carrying your promises
in the center of her heart, waiting for the day
that you would fulfill them?
Was it when she started to doubt your secrecy,
refusing to title it privacy when for you, it was
nothing but a way to do your dirt in silence?
Was it when your empty "I love you" started
to feel like bullet wounds to her?

She grew bolder, but you created this minds
game to make her feel foolish for coming to
her senses.
You convinced yourself that you were playing
chess, trying to out-think her moves instead of
joining hands with her and making your play
about protecting your queen.

Crazy is the woman who loves blindly with
itching ears, accepting of everything.
Crazy is the woman who sees how her heart is
being tortured and decides to stay to take care
of yours. Crazy is the woman who does anything
for love even when that love does nothing good
for her.

She is many things, but crazy woman is not
one whose blood boils with frustration for
being fooled. it is not a woman whose eyes
carry anger after being punished for loving too
hard, and it is definitely not a woman who is
smart enough to recognize your game and
demand an audible out, or she will quit.

The problem is not that she's as crazy as you
claim. It is just that she was not crazy enough
to leave you long before...

I have heard.

 I have heard that pain has its way of getting its nose into love’s business. 

That love walks around with pain, like babysitting younger siblings it doesn’t want following it around. 

Despite what I’ve heard, I’ve seen different. 

Pain has always been the absence of love in my eyes. 

I’ve only heard people say “Love is pain” when the love is no longer there, and pain is all they can see where love used to be. 

Love isn’t pain. It’s quite the opposite. 

Love comes with handfuls of healing, making sure there is enough to wash over the pain that was there before it. 

Love always shows up to wipe the tears and clean up the mess pain made. 

Love and pain are not friends, they are strangers who often acknowledge each other and nothing more. 

Love will not be perfect, but it will never plant hurt into your heart and give pain reasons to find roots in your soul. 

Pain doesn’t teach us what love is, it only reminds us what to stay away from. Love is what teaches us what love is. 

It shows us what to keep desiring after once we learn what we don’t need.