2am Thoughts

by Makenzie Campbell

I’m into very messy love. Beautiful, crazy, messy love spurred by our hearts.

Sometimes emotions surge so strongly that words will never do them justice. So I sit here and stare at a blank page while storms brew inside me.

Love is a confusing thing and needs to be held with gentle hands.

I don’t miss you anymore, I miss the idea of you. But sometimes I get those two confused.

I will no longer look for a man when I feel empty. I have learned this only postpones the heartache. They may come to me in my time of need and fill the holes in my heart, but they will soon grow tired of this chore, and leave me feeling emptier than before.

You do not need a man to make you feel whole. You should feel that on your own.