A relatable conversation between the heart, brain and soul of a heartbroken girl. With romance and love. Continue reading Brain vs Heart vs soul, Who to choose? [Short Relatable story for every girl]
A short love poem that didn’t evolve the way I thought it would. Losing someone when you thought they will be there is just another experience. It takes away your trust in things and people. It’s okay though you grow up and learn from this. You now understand better who to trust and who not to.
Hope you like it!
In spring I met him
He loved my laugh
And asked me for coffee
In summer we cuddled on his bed
While the screen played some random movie
In fall my life started falling apart
My smile weaken and my eyes lost their shine
And through I tried to battle
with all my might
Hey guys, so this particular post is too close to my heart and honestly I have been debating over and over again whether I should post this or not. It means way too much to me and I wrote this when my grandfather was still alive. He passed away because of cancer three months ago and well…yeah I didn’t want to. But I guess this is me being brave and putting forth some of the real things I recently struggled with hoping it helps someone out there.
I also want to extend a warm hug to anyone going through cancer too.
I hope I do that through posting this piece.
You guys can hit me up on mail or DM me on Instagram anytime. I’d love to chat with you.
Cancer. That word hit me hard. Like a brick wall to my face. A wall that marks the end of the road with no way around it. Just the wall standing tall in front of me.
Cancer A disease with no cure? That is just tragic. This year, someone I love was diagnosed with it and the thing about cancer is that the patient doesn’t suffer alone, the entire family does. Cancer became a full-fledged reality for me.
It came to me in waves. The first wave the first being, a chance of him having cancer, I ruled it out. My loved one cannot have cancer. He just cannot. The doctors said there were symptoms of it and I didn’t believe them. Then the second wave came in and they said they were ninety percent sure it was cancer. I denied it. Somehow ten digits of a percent somehow felt a lot bigger than ninety of them. I felt like screaming at the doctors for being so stupid, senseless even.
The truth is I allowed you to hurt meNot just youI allowed everyone to put me downI allowed people to control meIn the name of loveI allowed people to make me cry tearsbehind closed doorYou know,so that they don’t feel bad for harming meI allowed thisBecause somewhere down belowUnder the sheet of bravery and strengthI thought I deserved itI believed I deserved to be in painI thought I deserved to cryBut I didn’t.