Pour love into the things that pour into you. It’s all so important. If you’re pouring into an empty cup step back until the time is right. Or remove yourself completely. Sometimes the best option is to let someone find the ways to plug their own leaks. Its better to protect yourself immediately than to have to sulk in the aftermath of all the damage you endured.
Stay up
Wish i was the one , for the one that’s my one.
We keep hurt tucked in the torn pages.
Pain turned us to strangers.
Tryna to keep a few paces ahead of my bleak fate.
You were my known peace.
In the days my mantra was no peace.
I wouldn't have known love if it was shown to me.
Is anyone proud of who I've grown to be?
The journey's feeling lonely.
Am I more than what actions had told me?
Only my pen knows the pain that I carry.
I'm sure Heaven's seen the demons I've sat and played cards with.
On the dark days I needed peace
I doubted my bond with Jesus.
Sin felt like the most satisfying release.
I couldn't believe it, self sabotage felt needed.
The work to break too heavy a bond
Left me with scars, I was spiritually bleeding.
My confidence was fleeting.
I felt like 2013 Simms.
You ever felt your biggest blessing slip through your grip?
I feel so many evil eyes peering at me.
Prying at these rusty latches
I put in place to keep my false sense of happy.
Cause good times come in blotches and patches.
I write for relaxment.
But end up dweilling too heavy on the past.
Let's build a love with calm hands.
The type of hands that could sew my heart's grandest fissures.
I'm talking a patiently painted picture.
I pray to magnify God within us.
Little scrimmages fixed with care,
Healing the inner.
I'm tryna cushion the fall of wherever your heart's landing.
There's no need for it to shatter if I'm in your presence.
I've seen you grow your petals from buds to a garden that's well managed.
I'm only leaving it up to God's planning if I'm also digging my hands in.
And working to till the ground for the precious seeds that you're planting.
You're the rich earth, the water, the sunlight, and the flower pot I'd hope to grow my spiritual plants in.
We neglect the ones that love and need us most.
Its easy to overlook the effort thats given if you see it evrtyday.
Love. Live. Laugh. While your heart still beats.
Do the things you want and rekindle lost dreams.
Pour yourself into things that fill you.
Love hard.
Life is fleeting but the moment doesn’t have to be.
Does our soul glow diminish
Anytime we let the devil win?
Letting toxic energies blend within me.
Mixed ideologies with someone I would never want to be.
No more summer scaffold days no more savoring Sargosso breezes.
Wipe my eyes anytime they get to dampening.
My mind tenses thinking only of grimmer endings.
Took a peek over the edge.
And lost his ashes to the wind.
I guess I'd rather feel the loss
Than lose any momentary wins.
Compressing gears and pushing nearer.
Drag my heart against its will.
And make sure I fill it deep with healing.
Losing her is my only fear.
I'm tiptoeing around my wits brim.
I wrote this on a whim.
It takes real stregnth to look within.
And see all the ways the demons worked to dim me.
The next few years I better hope to enjoy the trip.
Because my happiness had grown thinner.
No more "faking it" left to spare.
Cupid spesred me through the heart and it took two years to find the clearing.
It's hard as fuq at times out here.
Especially walking around wearily.
Scared to let anyone near to me.
Even scared to look in mirrors Because I hate who I appear to be.
Where do I find the love if everything inside me is destroyed?
Is there any out in the world for a damaged soul like mine?
Does love reside solely in the prayers I shout into the night sky?
Was I ever the right guy or her right time?
Did my hands hold her down in the right kind of way?
There's never a day I'm happy in my own skin.
Sometimes I pray it all goes away.
Other times I push harder for a win.
My hands are bound to her heart.
I have to be careful of the movements I make.
I love intentionally.
I want to suture whatever fractures her spirit holds.
I want to push the pulse of her passions until she falls into everything she is meant to be.
I thank God that she was sent to me.
Dream Big 