You Are 18….

On day, you are 18 and the boy you fell for in high school breaks your heart. One day, you are 18 and you try to cut yourself for you think you have lost everything. One day, you are 18 and you smoke weed to it’s fullest.
One day, you are 25 and the boy who broke your heart has been long gone and his name is just another name among the bunch of “lovers that went wrong”. Among the “Should’ve beens” and “Would’ve beens”.
So there it is. Be 18, wear your heart on your sleeve. Give your number to a stranger on a train who sparked a conversation with you about the weather. Wear your heart on your sleeve. Love defiantly. Forget what heartbreaks feel like, just remember how you wrote good poetry with mascara infused tears leaving track-marks along your cheekbones. Let boys look at you, you are a girl of beauty after all. Wear a new shade of lipstick that begs the attention. Run in the morning, understand you are free. A ship is safe in a harbor, but that’s not what ships are meant for girl. Chin up princess lest the crown would fall. Love yourself, to an extent that you forget what hatred feels like. Speak your heart out rather cry your heart out about everything you feel and never said before. Forget about being judged, just say it, say it with all the courage you will ever have in you darling. Wear your heart on your sleeve. And by all means, be 18.
ONE DAY YOU’LL BE 25 AND MISS THE PETTY HEARTBREAKS OF BEING 18.

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People Are Allowed To…..

People are allowed to leave you.
People are allowed to breakup with you.
People are allowed to love you but not want to be with you.
People are allowed to not want to talk to you.
People are allowed to put their happiness before yours and do what makes them happy even if that happiness does not include you.
People are allowed to move on from you.
People are allowed to love someone else.
People are allowed to not want you in their life.
People are allowed to do whatever they want to better themselves and become the version of themselves they are trying so hard to love.
DON’T BE BITTER TOWARDS SOMEONE WHO IS ONLY TRYING TO BE HAPPY.

And Love Can Heal Too…..

“Stay away” she said “Just leave me alone”, “But why?” he asked, “We are a perfect match” “But matches burn darling” She said leaving him speechless….
She saw beauty in everything, but herself…. She always used to say no one will ever love her but when someone said he does she ran away seeking shelter, trying to hide…..Silly girl she was, they love you darling you just don’t love yourself. Her body was the night sky, she saw the stars as flaws, others saw the constellations. Her world was a broken home ready to fall apart with only HIM keeping it all together.
He was someone different, someone out of the blues – someone who wanted to shake her and tell her how beautiful she was inside out. He could see in her all the ways a soul can bruise and wished that he could sink his hands into her flesh and light lanterns along her spine so that she knew that there was nothing but light when he saw her….
Finally she said, “I love you. But I need to go, I need to leave right now or else we will ruin each other” She was a melancholy soul trying to find herself, “Sometimes, I am the mess. Sometimes, I am the broom. On the hardest days I have to be both…..” she whispered with fear in her eyes.
Stubborn indeed, he refused to leave. He set the whole world around him on fire but never let a flame touch her…..Seeing unconditional love in his gaze, feeling protected in his embrace- Her heart began to melt, allowing him to see deeper than her exterior beauty. Finally she lost herself, but in HIM. She lost herself in his love – In his defiant love.
And thus she was HEALED. She was healed with LOVE.
HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS THAT SOMEONE CAN MAKE OUR HEART BEAT SO FAST WHEN WE DON’T WANT IT TO BEAT AT ALL.