We’re Strong Enough To Look Back...

This chapter, had us fighting harder than
we ever had before. We didn’t think
we would stay hold up as long as we
did, we never thought we would be
still standing after all the blows.

Insecurities, we overcame them.
Fears, we no longer have to hold
onto them. The fears of surviving,
we no longer have to bring them
with us, we can leave them on the
last page...

Let’s look back, one more time. Let’s
look back on all the battles, all the cries,
all the strive. The history we carved into
hearts. The road our fears and insecurities
told us we never ride off on Into the next
chapter of our lives. Let’s just take a
moment, let's look back and then begin the
next entry of our lives.

Our pages are more than just surface.
They hold every life lesson, every loss,
each heartbreak, each mistake we never
thought we would make. They hold
pieces of us.

Life lessons, we’re living them. Loss, we
only holding onto the memories. Each
heartbreak, giving us a reason to love
with everything in the next chapter.

Let’s look back, one more time. Let’s
look back on the life lessons, the mistakes
we’ve made and realized they only made
us stronger than the yesterday we keep
trying to outrun. Let’s look back, one more
time, let go of all the heartbreaks, let go
of everything that told us we wouldn’t survive
long enough to see the ending. Holding onto
the memories that got us into the final act.

Let’s look back, reflect on every battle.
Let’s look back, take in everything, breath
in, breath out and just let it go. Let’s look
back and whisper to ourselves no regrets
as we enter the next chapter of our lives.
Let's look back, repeat to ourselves we’re
stronger than the last chapter. Let’s look
back and tell ourselves we made it.

Let’s look back, one more time. Let’s
look back on everything that we thought
destroyed us, but only made us stronger.
The battles we lost, but the bonds that
made us strong enough to win the war.
Let’s look back on everything, tells ourselves
we made it.

Let’s Look Back, One More Time...

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I remember the day we first met.
I didn’t really know myself, but
you slowly helped me discover
me. You showed me something new,
and I didn’t think I’ll ever be able
to repay you, but all I could do
was love you like you did me.

As we feel deeper in love, I fell
deeper into knowing myself. I
started to change just a little bit.
I used to need you to smile, but
now that I don’t it feels like you’re
pulling away from me.

Would you love me if I was more
insecure? Would you wanna pull
me closer? Would you want to love
me just a little bit longer? Sometimes
I’ll wake up and it’s like you’re not even
in the same bed as me. Each time I feel
that you’re no longer in love with
me is the moment I feel more and more
Insecure. I’m afraid to just get up
and leave because I could be wrong, and
then I would have to question myself
on why I left. Is it that I love me a little
bit more or is it because I’m still insecure?

You don’t hold my hand like you used
to. We don’t smile at each other like
we used to do. I remember the day I
woke up and you were still there, and
now it feels like I’m just waiting for
the morning when I wake up and you
won’t be there.

I never said you didn’t make me
smile, I’m just able to smile more
on my own. You gave me so much
I just needed to give some more to
myself. I never stopped loving you, and
only you could make me feel like this.

Would you love me If I was more
insecure? Would you wanna pull
me closer? Would you want to love
me just a little bit longer? Sometimes
I’ll wake up and it’s like you’re not even
in the same bed as me. Each time I feel
that you’re no longer in love with
me is the moment I feel more and more
Insecure. I never stopped loving you,
but it’s like as soon as I started to love me
more was the moment you started to
love and need me less. It was the moment
I became so insecure.

At night, I begin to let my mind
wander as I let my heart begin to
think instead of feel. I usually end up
in the bathroom on the floor thinking
what the hell am I doing? Do I still
love you? Do I still love me more? Do
I need to love you a little bit more?
I can’t stop thinking about waking up and
you’re not there in the morning.
I repeat constantly to myself as I ask myself
do I need to be a little more insecure?


​

I thought this story in my life was done
I was ready to close out the last chapter,
go out with a bang. It was already signed,
sealed and delivered. Ready to hang up
the cape go out like Batman in the final act,
but then my Catwoman dragged me back
in. Now, I’m living beyond my expectations.
I’m living like I have nothing to lose.
 
I look for signs to continue from faces who never
cared to be begin with. Had to look in my
own reflection and find the fighter, fighting to
stay alive. The breaker, still breaking limitations
from the world. The winner, still winning but
forgetting to celebrate every move.
 
I had to do it for my own life, not for the praise,
not for the clarity, not for the rarity of just
being mentioned in someone's mouth. I had so
much more to say. I’m still a storyteller till
the day I die.
 
I thought about walking away until I realized
that I had so much more to say. I was letting
all the love stories go untold and the stories of
heroes fighting for a better life. The hero in the
shadows who came out and left living in the life
they never thought they could never have. Now,
they leaving holding someone who they brought
out of the wreckage and the story is only beginning.
 
I was about to leave so much untold. Thinking
no one was listening well that fighter in me
was fighting with every word I wrote. The
breaker was breaking barriers with each note
I sung. The winner collecting the pieces and
creating nothing but life lessons over and over
again.
 
I had to do it for my own life, not for the praise,
not for the clarity, not for the rarity of just
being mentioned in someone's mouth. I had
much more to say. I’m still a storyteller till
the day I die.
 
Never leave this world when you still got so
much to say. Never leave this world until
you’ve expressed every note. Never leave this
world with any regrets. Unleash that fighter
in your soul, that breaker breaking every fear in
your mind, that winner in your heart.
 
I had to do it for my own life, not for the praise,
not for the clarity, not for the rarity of just
being mentioned in someone's mouth. I had
much more to say.
 
I’m a storyteller till the day I die.