Honestly

I waited for you patiently.
I prayed your arrival be safe & adventurous.
I longed for you in my inner chamber, a place reserved only for you.
I bled many nights a tear stained letter.
As the moon reminded me of another day's passing.
Sorrow has been a torturous affair.
I now question your existence.
Have I been a fool?
Have these prayers dissolved before reaching our Maker.
Have I not believed?
What am I lacking?
Am I just too much or simply not enough?
This apartment has become cold, chilled by silence.
An emptiness only love could cure.
I no longer call for you.
I no longer know you.
I am not the girl I used to be.
I hope I'm better.

This Dove Campaign video where they sketch images of a person based on how they describe themselves, and how a stranger describes them brought me to tears. Because the image the individual portrayed of their self was less attractive then the version that the stranger described. I can truly relate. I'm so hard on myself. I would love to see how I would have portrayed myself. I know it's something I really need to work on .. be kinder and more accepting of myself. I need to give the same grace to myself that I give to others, I just haven't figured out how to do that yet. Self acceptance seems to be one of the hardest obstacles I've experienced, but I'm aware of how greatly it would change my life if I did overcome it & accepted myself as I AM.

God created your eyes and lips just to seduce me.

my head hurts and my heart aches, does anyone know the cure?