I think I’ve answered enough for today, thank you for being here and for the never ending support.
Have a good night🖤

I often think that, had I not met you
I would be a mess, I would be an absolute mess
I mean one of my most special memory about us
Is the fact that I got to date you
Your superpower is your ability
To calm me down when I’m too far gone
And your handsome

I met my soulmate (you) when I was 16 years old
And I have loved you every minute of every day
Since you first asked me to tutor you maths
I have loved you through my mental chaos
I have loved you even when I hated you

I didn’t fall in love with you
Because I was lost or lonely or broken or needed to be fixed
I didn’t fall in love with you
Because I needed you to make me feel loved
I fell in love with you
Because the first day we went out together
Everything stopped, the sounds around us were all muted
And all I could hear was your voice
And every time I stared into your eyes
I felt home
I fell in love with you
Cause you loved me even when it wasn’t even on my mind
You hugged me, when I needed to be held
You laughed at my stupid unfunny jokes
And you were always there
Even when I didn’t know I needed you
I fell in love with you because of the million things
You didn’t know you were doing

All that I ever was because of you
Is all that I’ll never be again
Every time you smiled at me
I saw the melancholy
If I had the chance to repeat
I would in a heart beat
Remember? When you asked me to sing for you?
In case, you don’t, I do
I wish you could sue me
For destroying your heart
I wish you hurt me more than I hurt you
But I guess we’re not time travelers, are we?
I had no other thought in the world
But how to make you happy
For the rest of your life
Because you were already doing so much for me
And you didn’t even know it
But as time passed by
You slowly started drifting away
And the worst part of it was
I knew I couldn’t do anything
To stop it from happening
And just like that you were gone
But you will always have a place in my heart
Whether I like it or not
Because I had never felt love the way I felt it with you
Even if it ended up breaking our heart

I’m sorry
Please forgive me…
I pray that the God who reunited the Israelites to the promised land of Canaan
Will someday reunite us

-Bonita 🖤

I have always worried that I was failing God because of what I go through. "If I cannot get better for you and if I cannot heal then what am I doing for you? What good will you find in this no good of a body that can't even support itself to move like a human being?"ካልዳንኩልህ ታዲያ እንዴት ወደድኩህ?" I used to torture myself with this question. As the guilt grew the further I strayed till God made me realize it isn't in my capability or actions that made me loved. His love wasn't conditioned on the power I have.It came freely. From the beginning it was all from him and never about what I could do or did. I thought of him as if he was looking from the outside screaming " I gave you all of this why are you feeling this way? Why are you angry? Why are you not ok?" But I was wrong.All alongHe was feeling all of it with me. And then his words came to me...“ከኃጢአት በቀር በነገር ሁሉ እንደ እኛ የተፈተነ ነው እንጂ፥ በድካማችን ሊራራልን የማይችል ሊቀ ካህናት የለንም።”He has always been there.He wasn't an outside observer. He too felt what I felt. So.I sat down with myself. Closed my eyes. Started to look through his.🖤

I’m in my morning class, I haven’t had anything to eat and I didn’t sleep much because I was up doing assignments. But does any of this stop my mind from processing? Unfortunately no.

I think about how our lives would have been better if things weren’t how they were almost everyday.
Like if success and wealth came to us without any effort. If we had people at anytime and anywhere regardless of the various intolerable personalities we possess.
If competition wasn’t a factor and we could just do everything in our pace and time.
If death wasn’t inevitable.
If life itself wasn’t inevitable.
But the tiniest possibility of all these happening somehow scares me. Because we are immune to change and we do our very best to avoid it, imagine what an alteration in our whole existence would do to us?

Do you have friends that are addicts? How do you feel about them? How do you approach them?

Are you an addict? How do you feel about how the world refers to addicts of any sort in general?

Kindly drop your answers😊
@DebbieTesfaye

Love the well deserved sleeps
Greet the sun before anyone
Let the day be good to you for no reason
Hug whoever spreads their arms with all your warmth


*I’m so close to loving sunrises a little more than sunsets*

ዛሬን በልካችን የሰፋን ይመስል ነገንም አስተካክለን እኛ እንደምናበጀው ይሆን ነገር ትንፋሽ እስኪያጥረን ራሳችንም እስኪዞር እንጨነቃለን Yesterday I told my mom how my anxiety is getting the best of me and how despite me trying my very best the constant worry about what tomorrow holds is consuming all my energy.
“እግዚአብሔር ልፋትን ያያል የደከምሽበትን አያሳጣሽም...በትላንት እድሜዎችሽ የታመነ ዛሬም ነገም ያው ነው::" These words went straight to my heart and hugged it tight, my anxiety and all the tension dissipated. One other thing she said was to not make complaining a habit because I’d forget what being thankful and rejoicing taste like.
Praise be to his name for his faithfulness and unconditional love.
God is always with you even in the days it feels like he has completely forgotten you.

There’s this weird feeling I have whenever I see people walking with their earphones in, if I walk up to them and ask what song they’re listening to we’d click. And despite not knowing their names or who they are I would immediately like them.
I’ve never tried it though, I plan to nonetheless.

It’s a good day to not make people feel small, happy Sunday💜

I live for genuine smiles and what they do to my heart.
Smile more please :)

*I know this made you smile*

I still hear the names I’ve been called.
Their laughter still rings in my ears when I said “I don’t know what’s wrong with me but my insides hurt”

I’m protective of my dreams. Once, sharing who I want to be tomorrow brought painful days I never want to think of.
I’ve been told I’d never make it as the things I dreamt of becoming.

It’s uncomfortable when I feel eyes raking over me, I’m reminded of the whispers behind my back and the disgusted orbs I used to be greeted with.

Physical contact is a no. I try my very best not to offend arms eager to hold me but a mere brush of a skin against mine sends the whole of my body through a tremor and every inch of me is reminded of the touches I begged to run from.

I prefer listening because my words were never acknowledged. It’s a strange feeling, being heard.

Neither of these are poetic, nor are they beautiful. But I think my heart is learning to be grateful for both the rose and the thorns.