It hurts to love sometimes.
Like a storm it tears into your heart in moments of pause and you can do nothing but cry in the pain, to sit in the rain and let it drench you, drown you like an ocean. To love is to open your heart up and expose it to whoever is standing before you, whether you want to or not. It takes so much strength to simply Be, and so to simply Love means you must overcome what feels a mountain of fear before you. This journey is a perilous one..
But to simply love is Beautiful.
Love is a beautiful thing.
It may hurt to love sometimes, but to open yourself up is to welcome in Miracles for Love is a beautiful, scary, and divinely wrathful Miracle.
JE LEEST
a collection of whimsy
Poëziea collection of heartfelt, whimsical, and ethereal writings that I create when inspired to - enjoy ♥️ Do note that some may be a bit harder to read than most, take this as a trigger warning.
