A part of me wants to go back to you. See what it would be like all over again. But I stop myself because I see the childish old you no matter how much you tell me you have changed. I still see the same little boy that I dated. I need stability. I need someone who wants the same things in life that I want. I want a mature MAN. Not a boy. I want a man that will put my son and his needs before he puts his own. And when that day comes I believe that God will send me the right one.

I can’t wait to go to the D.R


Majestic Colonial Resort, Punta Cana, Dominican Republic
Oh how I cannot wait.
Where I want to be in May


I can’t help to think of how happy I am going to be in the future without you, and possibly without a man either. I am now getting to the point where I am getting comfortable with myself again and knowing that I am a good women, a GREAT mother, and a human being that makes mistakes. I am far from perfect so I don’t want to put off that I am because like I said I make mistakes, but I learn from them and that is all I can do as a growing women. I am very proud of myself for who I am, and what I have become of, and who I know I want to be in the future. And I am a very proud women when it comes to that.

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers 

My absolute favorite.

(via notyournormallad)