To me you are lovely, in every single way. It hurts to see you down, or to see you led astray. Your smile could move mountains, or stop all hate. I'd give it all up, for one single date. It may go well, it may be normal, however, I know we'd keep it informal. It's because we click, and fit just right, every opening is sealed and closed air tight. Why or how, you ask? I don't know. I cannot explain, where we were meant to go. For now though, I leave you with this, as I lean in and take your kiss.

A way with words is one way to my heart.

There comes a point in a persons life where they stop getting pleasure out of meaningless fucks and just want to be tied up by someone they love.

Can I get an amen?

cry to me, sing me your sorrows.
eyes so beautiful shouldn’t speak such pain.
tremble not young soul you are free,
let the wings of your dreams lead you to great heights.

dry your tears, listen now.
your strength is resilient and you are brave.
never doubt what you know.

now stand on your feet and start running.
run fast, run quick.
don’t stop. 

you’re needed at the top.

I want nothing to do with anyone right now. The thought of another talking to me sounds terrible and daunting. Words are meaningless, feelings have taken over my life. 

Let me lay here in my ditch of depression, cry to the abyss of my misfortunes. Why me? Why you? Why anything?

Time passes, not a move made but countless thoughts had. 
Am I unlovable?
Can I even grasp the meaning of love?

More questions than I have answers.
Less care than before.
I am numb, weightless, non-existent to the world.

Leave me here,
until I get the courage to face another day.

Another heartbreak. 

What’s wrong with me?

Why am I so incapable of finding love?

"Women have always been healers. They were the unlicensed doctors and anatomists. They were abortionists, nurses and counselors. They were the pharmacists, cultivating healing herbs, and exchanging the secrets of their uses. They were midwives, traveling from home to home and village to village. For centuries women were doctors without degrees, barred from books and lectures, learning from each other, and passing on experience from neighbor to neighbor and mother to daughter. They were called “wise women” by the people, witches or charlatans by the authorities. Medicine is part of our heritage as women, our history, our birthright."
Barbara Ehrenreich & Deirdre English, “Witches, Midwives and Nurses: A History of Women” (via cyclicaltangents)

(via women-in-science)