R.h Sin is a successful modern day poet, and bestselling author of “Whiskey, Words & a Shovel I, II and III. He has a way with words and such a clear insight into the minds of women that no other man does.
So grab your glass of wine, box of tissues and get ready to read his painfully true and moving words.
The love you deserve can’t be found while holding onto someone who doesn't deserve you.
You invested so much of yourself into him, and the way he should’ve felt for you is the way he’s chosen to feel for someone else, but you’ll be fine, and you’ll find something better.
Day to day.
One day it won’t hurt as much as it does now, sometime in the near future, day to day it’ll get easier.
The nights won’t feel so lonely, the mornings won’t be so damn difficult, your heart may ache now but there’s power in pain, and you’re getting stronger.
You must understand this, a man will never appreciate your love until he begins to value his own.
He will never love you entirely until he begins to love himself.
Slowly it begins, you never really see it coming, and before you know it everything you thought was real turns out to be some majestic lie, some great big lie that you believed, because within that life lived all the things you wanted to hear, all the fucking things you needed to be told you you by the lips of someone who never really cared for you in the first place.
Your heart confused as your mind then takes on the task of going to war with the emotions cultivated based on the words of someone who never meant the things they said.
Made wiser with heartache, made stronger by pain.
Love and emptiness.
She saw love in empty hearts, constantly feeling for someone incapable of feeling for her.
That’s the saddest part about love, being there alone.
Eyes burning, heart sinking, innocence left in ruins, ruined by someone she trusted.
What part of a no sounds like a yes? Blurred lines, and no consent.
She did everything he asked, she gave him everything she had, and he gave what she deserved to someone else.
Sometimes we give them too much credit, sometimes we over exaggerate their power.
Sometimes they don’t really break you, maybe you simply break yourself by trying to hold onto them.
If he doesn’t want a relationship, don’t give him the relationship benefits.
Who you are.
You’re one of those women who thinks she’s hard to love, your guard is up, your trust issues at an all-time high because the pursuit of love has brought you nothing but pain, you just want to feel nothing and numb yourself, by hiding your heart behind the wall you’ve built out of mistrust and disappointment.
You’re the woman still trying to piece herself back together, and even so you’re still the type of woman deserving of a love that helps you grow.
You deserve a love that feels like the love you’ve always been capable of providing.
I think she looked into the mirror, and saw someone worthy of a love she wasted on others.
Heartache and soul mate.
I felt like you were the moment, and I missed it.
You were my moment, and I missed you.
You were just an illusion, of everything I thought I needed.
You were just a lie, pretending to be the truth.
Wake up, hurting, uncertainty, stressed, depressed, guarded, unhappy, unable to find peace, unable to find joy, unable to find yourself, or your reflection in the mirror, wake up feeling hurt, you’re uncertain, there’s stress within you, depression now lives in your soul, your guard is up, as you naturally feel this need to protect yourself from something or someone, them.
You’ve lost your smile, your peace of mind compromised, and the joy of what you knew, has left you. You’ve been losing yourself, you can barely recognize your own eyes as you stare into the mirror.
That’s not love, you’re not in love, and they don’t love you.
You’re not jealous, you’re not insecure. You deserve a man that won’t force you to feel like you have to compete with other women.
Leave and loss.
Leave and they’ll search for you in everyone else and fail, this is when they’ll understand what they lost.
Her heart is a garden, filled with dead roses and weeds, from seeds planted by those who left.
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