Bruised hearts belong to the brave and the willing.
The ones who open wide to pain and shake hands with fear.
The ones who love so fiercely we cannot help but savor every last drop of lust and love.
The ones who are abused and used…
Left to be broken and battered in ash filled memories that drift like haze into our lungs.
Bruised hearts beat stronger than the rest.
We know what it’s like to feel heartache with every beat per minute- counting to ten over and over again until the day is done and we can finally breathe in our sleep.
Bruised hearts do not lack self-worth.
We value our beauty and brains because we know exactly what we have to offer and what we deserve.
We aren’t afraid to walk away from anything less than a HELL YEAH and we will never settle for mediocre.
We value the person we are and push against all odds to cling to our dreams.
Bruised hearts exceed exhaustion.
With sweaty palms and empty lungs- we pace ourselves in a life long race of self love and self empowerment.
We constantly remind ourselves how far we’ve come and the strength we’ve tirelessly built along the way.
Our bodies and our minds are a fortress that cannot be destroyed by those who try to manipulate and change us.
Bruised hearts are willing to do whatever it takes to be the person we know we can be.
A person who loves everyone so recklessly that smiles are ignited wherever we go.
A person who inspires those around us to lift others up instead of falling into jealousy’s arms.
Bruised hearts have been damaged and ripped to shreds.
We have ricocheted countless attacks and we are still sewing the pieces back together as we grow.
We will never stop growing.
Our lights will never be dimmed.
Bruised hearts will always glow.
❤ Anna Marie