A Broken Family

She wasn’t strong because she wanted to be, but because she didn’t have any other choice.
When she was at her lowest point, all she could see was the anguish around her heart..
All she felt was the pain from the broken promises and people that walked away.
Her soul was weary and her heart had gotten heavy, and she knew she had to dig her way out of the darkness.
She didn’t know where she’d find a light or even which direction to head, only that she wouldn’t give up until she found peace.
She was tired of being sad and broken hearted, weary of the people that tried to trample her heart for their own pleasure.
No more weakness, no more lies.
She vowed to surround herself with authentic people, the ones she could count on when she needed them most.
She’d rather have five close friends than countless fair weather people..
Her life was too precious to spend any time convincing other people to love her on her terms.
She knew her worth and wouldn’t settle any more for the ones who didn’t make her a priority.
Her kind voice and loving soul was but a sliver of the depth of her amazing person, one that she intended to lock away until someone could see past her pain..
The one who could speak to her soul...
The lost half of a broken circle that was her.
She didn’t need to be fixed, completed or saved.
She just wanted to be loved, on equal terms with respect and passion for the remainder of her days.
Her wants weren’t extravagant or demanding, but her standards were.
She loved fiercely and was loyal to a fault- she expected the same from her loved ones and partner.
She’d been down the broken road too many times to count, and perhaps she’d travel there some more, but she was done chasing love and affection.
A gentleman wouldn’t expect her to chase him, and more importantly, he wouldn’t let her.
Come what may, she’d never be anyone’s “maybe.”
This time, she was holding out for forever.