5 Reasons Why You Should Delete Tinder RIGHT NOW (While there’s Still Hope for you):

1. You are not an option to be weighed:
   With a whole world of pretty faces at your fingertips, it’s temptingly difficult not to get wrapped up in the endless swiping of a finger. But, your pretty little face is 1 in a million & you are worth more than a swipe. The composite list of all that you could offer someone is worth so much more than you could summarize in a two-sentence bio that Mr. Right-Now probably isn’t even reading anyway.
2. Tinder is an app based on convenience:
   Do you really want someone to date you because it’s merely convenient for them? Because you live less than 25 miles away? Because you have blue eyes that fit their preference? Because you’re 5’6 and they wouldn’t want to have to bend down too far?
3. You’re not a “hook-up”, kind of girl:
   Let’s face it; Tinder got its bearings as an app for the lonely “hook-up” seeker. You can’t turn to Tinder looking for a worthwhile relationship & then be surprised when everyone you talk to turns out to want just what the site advertises for: a hook-up.
   Guard your heart; it’s the only one you’ve got. Don’t offer it up to the undeserving on the tip of your swiping-finger. Because if he can’t have sex with it, he’s going to return it.
4. Tinder is the support group meeting place for those with commitment issues & the emotionally unavailable:
   I’m serious. They should do a survey. It’s not going to be so “convenient” anymore when you’re elbows deep in his ex-issues, or his trust-issues, or his two-steps-forward-six-steps-back issues. You will get tired of dancing. You will get tired of fighting someone else’s battles. You will just be inconveniently tired.
5. Romance doesn’t deserve to die:
   You are worth a chance meeting in a coffee shop when you were just trying to avoid the rain. You’re worth an “I just had to introduce myself,” from the kind smile of a nervous stranger who didn’t want to miss his chance. You’re worth respecting and honoring. You’re worth not having to worry that your Tinder-date is back online the moment he drops you off because for a moment he forgot anyone but you existed in the world.

There is an endless list of all that you are worth & at the very top it says that you deserve to be reminded of them. So here’s your reminder: delete Tinder, because (spoiler alert), it’s not on the list.

Pick.

You don’t get to break my heart
& then take your pick of the pieces.

Scars.

Your words are written all over my skin.
Some days I carry them like a testament of strength.
Some days I carry them like the scars that they are.

Up.

Because that’s what the world is:
It’s a place where you’re forever
kicked down,
knocked down,
pushed down,
but how dare you not get back up.

Met.

You make the future apologize for the past
when they’ve never even met before.

Boy Behind The Wall

Boy Behind The Wall,

I think it’s the stuff of tragedies that you allow yourself to become a product of what has happened to you; When you sabotage your own happiness; When you carry all of your issues around with you, under a dark rainy cloud, in a way that makes you unapproachable to anyone who doesn’t deserve to be rained on; to anyone who may have good intentions.

It is no one’s fault, but yours and the person who hurt you, that you got hurt. Maybe it’s not even your fault that you got hurt, but its certainly not the world’s fault. It’s no one else’s responsibility to carry the baggage you were left with.
In fact, if you take the time to really be there for yourself when you’re hurting and when you’re healing, then no one has to carry the baggage at all. Not even you. That’s the thing about issues: when you pull them apart, they aren’t issues anymore. You have the ability to origami issues into lessons so they don’t become burdens. But only YOU can do that.

I think its hard for you to separate the things that have happened to you. You’re not alone in that. But when you go into a situation with a whole heart and it doesn’t work out the way you planned, you need to pick yourself up, adjust, take what you need to from the experience and leave the rest behind. If you spend the rest of your life expecting the present to apologize for the past, you’ll never see the future.

Just because one person didn’t appreciate your heart, doesn’t mean that no one else deserves the chance to see it. The world is already a bitter, ugly place most of the time & its filled with too many heartbroken, resentful people dragging their own issues along behind them. The world has plenty of darkness, can’t you spare a little of your light?
You are so much more than the series of unfortunate events you have been a part of. You are so much more than any heartbreak or pain you could ever endure.

If you’re waiting for someone to come along who is going to remind you what love is, you’re going to be waiting awhile. Because the only person who can remind you of it, is you. You are so worth loving, but you have to LET yourself be loved. You have to be ready for it. You have to LET yourself be ready for it.

I wish it could have been me.

I’ll never get to know the rasp of your voice when you’re running on too little sleep and too much love. The smell of black coffee that lingers in the air between warm kisses. The absolute possession that radiates from your body when your hand lingers at the small of my back. The pleading of “please fix me” that reads from your eyes but never falls from your lips. But someone will.

I wish it could have been me.
But sometimes people just get burned out from running into your brick wall, of climbing your fortress, of apologizing for someone else’s mistakes, of being pulled in and rushed away again just as quickly; sometimes people just get dizzy from the constant motion of 2 steps forward & 6 steps back. They just get tired of dancing.

Sincerely,
Girl Who Could Have Loved You

Deserve.

You deserve the words:
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
& you deserve to never have to find out.

X Marks The Spot

And its the honest truth:
no matter the walls we build,
the demons we run from,
the defenses we wrap ourselves in
in hopes that this is how we survive each other,
humans are incredibly fragile things;
the most intricate, shattered road-maps of the journeys we’ve traveled
of the love we’ve lost
of the lives we’ve found.
& most of the time we are just willing ourselves not to fall apart.

The Finality of Moments

Its a moment of weakness;
when I let myself forget
for a moment
that you’re not worth missing,
I make myself remember
for a moment longer
the cold, hollow certainty of the words you spoke:
“I just don’t care anymore”.
rolling off a liar’s tongue
between the smooth, stone planes of an impassive face.
An endless loop of paper-thin moments
strung up along the crumbling walls of my mind;
in picture frames inside a love burning to the ground.
& suddenly I find strength in the finality of ashes.

Pieces.

This is love:
We build it,
We break it,
We are left with pieces.