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To the pretty girls crying while reading this,
To the handsome men, whos hearts been torn apart.
I write to you with the words you cannot speak.
The words that are lost in the mess,
the thoughts scrambled in your mind,
all the questions you still have to ask.

Dont blame yourself, dont loose yourself trying to figure out what went wrong.
Dont cry, dont waste your tears on the fear that you did wrong.
Some people just dont want love.
Maybe its timing, maybe its not right.
They dont understand when in love, when together thats exactly what you are.
Together.
You are one, you help, listen, trust the other.
Man or woman love is love.
To love means to be hurt.
To love also means to be the happiest youve ever felt.
When thats all torn away, youre left broken. Sad. You/'/ve lost yourself.
Drunken nights, random hook ups, drugs.
None of that will work.
None of them are that person that broke your heart.
you feel right now as thoe they are the only ones who can fix you.
Wrong.
You are strong and beautiful, you survived without them before, you can do it again.
I know.
The fear of trusting again, the fright and fear of the next person doing the same to you all over.
Youre vulnerable, youre anxious.
You dont want your heart to go through all the pain again.
Opening up to another feels like a waste of time.

Youre still crying. You still are wondering where it all went wrong.
How did I love you, turn into I dont want to be with you.
How can one day you be waking up to the love of your life, then the next not even knowing them.
Its heartbreaking.
Its heartbreaking knowing you werent the one who made them happy, you werent the one you wished you were for them.
You run over every inch of yourself criticizing yourself, youre saying:
What is that I wasn/'/t good enough?
Was it because I/'/m too fat?
Maybe it was because I/'/m not beautiful enough?
Or was it that I loved too much.

None of that is true.
They just didnt realise what they had, maybe they did.
Maybe they use the excuse youre too good for them.
That, that is true. You are too good for anyone that breaks your heart.
You deserve someone who puts in the same amount of love as you do.
You deserve to know what it/'/s like to be loved the way you love another.

Dont give up, dont keep crying.
Its going to hurt. You will hurt.
Itll take time. It wont be easy.
Love isnt easy. Is it worth it?
Who knows.
You may have another 5 heartbreaks before you find the one who gives as much back.
They may be the next person you meet.

We are all fighting to find that happy ending we see in movies.
To find that love where we are friends and lovers.
To find the love where we are accepted for us.

Dont change your personality because your past lover didnt like it.
Dont change the way your hair falls because they didnt think you looked good.
Dont not call your best friend because they used to get jealous.
Dont cut that friend off youve known since primary school because they didnt like them.

Be you. Be who you want to be.
Emotional? That/'/s fine, someone going to love you for that.
PTSD? Someone/'/s going to be here through thick and thin getting you through it.
Depression? Someones going to help you battle those demons.
Bipolar ? Someone/'/s going to be there, theyre going to care for you when you switch.
Any mental health or condition you may have, this wont be a problem to thoes who wish to spend their life with you.
They will love you endlessly. They will help you. Be there. Understand you.
They want to help. Its not a issue, it/'/s not a problem. They want to do this for you. Let them.

Your heart may be hurting now, it may hurt again.
You may think youll never love again.
You may think, how could anyone love this mess.
Who wants this baggage, you dont even want it yourself.
The right person is going to help you unpack that bag and you will never have to pack it again.

You will love again. You will find a happiness you never knew existed. You think youve loved before, wait til you love the one whos meant for you.
Wait until you receive the love youre always giving out. Wait till youre the one who/'/s being adored.

Don/'/t ever think youre less because your hearts been broken.

This poem is Copyright © Lauranhyde