Quotes by Alfa H

I hurt in places that you brought back from the dead. Now I have to lay them to rest again.

I didnt have to say a word. My love for him appeared upon my flesh like virgin tattooed skin.

Keep yourself as busy as you can. Try and forget. But even with 7 billion other distractions... you dont forget me.

He loved me, but in a lukewarm way. I needed scalding, but he loved in one temperature; tepid.

In case you didnt know... You are her. The one he let get away.

Your ability to make me feel like I was less than I was took a while to recover from. But after ripping my own self worth to shreds for so long, I realized that I wasnt less just because I was more than your inexperienced hands could handle... and that is your loss.

Heartache wasnt my intention... love was.

They will talk about you and it wont always be good. You wont even know them but they will critique you - and judge you - and everything you stand for. Their words will cut through your heart-strings and make you question the hopes and dreams that have gnawed your soul since birth. I warn you, because I believe your unique gift of expression needs to be shared. Resist cowering down and holding back for fear of rejection. Spread those creative wings and create. But, prepare yourself. Because naysayers are not a possibility, they are a guarantee.

I did not willingly let half of my soul leave my body. It was torn from me. I still hear the ransomed moans. It calls to me for rescue, yet clings to its abductor.

She was a warrior by day... playing her part. But she slept at night with wishes in her heart.

I dont want comfortable. My heart is not a recliner.

Her mind is a mess, and she has no intention of cleaning today.

There is lonely, and there is alone time. I have found that both have etched character upon my soul.

I scream out the ropes of words that bound my tongue, and the heavens echo back...I love you.

I am vulnerability under scarred skin. Numbness crawling behind wine soaked lips. A cocoon of grief battling a chest full of hushed breaths, longing to escape the mod-podge of memories, that journal where Ive been. Layer after layer they are sealed upon my person, encapsulating time in a vessel that has sailed one too many shores.

Shed been taking care of others for so long that she scarcely recognized herself when she looked in the mirror.

Love yourself. That kind of love can get you through anything.

I am worthy of touch without bartering my self worth.

Experience taught me that when pride wins... we all lose.

How long will you fake at living life? What will it take for you to see the beauty youve neglected while wearing the dirty lies expected of you?