The most valuable things we own are our trust, our loyalty, and most importantly our love. They’re also the pillars to any great relationship. When did it become so cheap? I admit, I’ve been a fool, and handed out my most valuable possessions to people who don’t deserve it. I’ve had my trust, my loyalty and my heart broken. What was I to expect? Low grade individuals will never really know how to handle anything that’s not cheap.
But i had nobody but myself to blame for the faults I’ve made over the years. I’ve learnt that trust, loyalty, and love can only be given to those who recognise your worth as well as their own.I had a few scars before I finally realised what it meant to love myself. When you’re left with yourself to fight the war in your mind, you leave yourself a lifetime worth of wounds. But when there’s nobody but yourself left to battle – the war stops.
It’s sad that it took pain for me to distinguish how important I am. It took great strength in accepting that I matter, even if I don’t to somebody else. Irrespective of what others have inflicted on me, I respect myself. I wouldn’t have learnt that lesson, if it didn’t break in the first place. That’s how I know when it does break, it will shatter every single part of you.
Here is some free advice from the throne;
Hug the storm as your bones crush under the lies, and your heart tears from the pain. You’ll drown in the darkness, you’ll allow the demons in the dark to bruise you until you ache. You’ll listen to the pieces of your heart fall at your feet, and physically feel them shred out of your heart. Let it.
Let it destroy every single part of you, until you feel like you don’t have a soul. Drown until you can’t feel anything anymore. But when you’re done fighting with yourself, when your eyes start to crave the light, when you’re ready to live again – you become the storm.
When it’s over you won’t even remember how you got through it, you’ll just remember surviving. You might even second guess whether the storm is really over, maybe it isn’t. All that matters, is the person that walked out of it, won’t be the same person that walked in.
You love the person who walked out of that storm until your last breath. Don’t look for a ride or die in places you get lost, and hurt. Your ride and die is nobody other than yourself. Kiss your own fingertips, and hug your own curves. You are a goddess, and don’t let that ever go forgotten. You are your longest commitment, you hold so much value, you worth runs for miles – you prioritise yourself because that is the only person you’ll ever need.
– You are yours before you are anyone else’s.