As I move through the space we once shared, memories of you cling to my skin like a bad smell
talkin' all that shit 'bout how I'm over you and I've grown past this
realizing now that you were just suspended in time and space
waiting to be released by my return.
Thoughts of u spill forth freely as tears
and I can't deny that I miss you
and still want to cuss you out because right now, I can't stop myself from caring.

The biggest lie I tell myself is...

...that I'll never be "healed" enough for love.
I look at myself and still see all of the issues
faulty reasonings and distorted cognitions.
I call myself a crazy Virgo
and wonder if I'll ever find someone
who will want to deal with someone as wounded as me.
I run away from anybody with the insight and ability
to see the scars I try so meticulously to hide.
I don't know if I have the courage to be this vulnerable;
but I can't live another moment with fear.
I want to experience deep, fulfilling and soul purifying love.
I deserve to.

The biggest lie I tell myself is that I'll never be "healed" enough for love.
The truth is, pure love will heal me if I allow it.