Empty Bottles Full of Stories

by R.H. Sin

A flower is still a flower . . . no matter what it goes through and no matter where it decides to bloom.

I think you care too much but you pretend as if nothing bothers you.

I think you want people to miss you but only the right ones.

I think you like being chased because you want to be saved and loved with the same intensity an earthquake would bring.

I think you want delicate hands to surf over your skin but you think you’re too hard for soft hands.

I think the star in you wants to give light to other people and I think I need it to help me find my way.

People, moments, and life will show you how too much of anything can be dangerous. They will make you either feel more or less.

Those eyes, beautiful and lost. Those eyes, piercing and soft. Those eyes, sane and mad.

Always in me, there is a moon and some nights it lights my sky, while other nights it emphasizes my brokenness.

Why do people crave being accepted, appreciated, and loved by many?

It is legendary to inspire someone to be more. To believe in themselves . . .

Is being popular the answer? No, it’s not. It’s a distraction. It’s an illusion and it pulls you away from what really matters. So to say that I want to be famous is completely irrelevant.

Love hard and love broken people even harder.

I love myself and I have always looked out for myself the best way I know how. But I swear, sometimes I feel the urge to be held, understood, and loved

I want to change the way you feel about pain. I want to show you how not all hurting is bad. How sometimes broken things are beautiful things and how sometimes you need a little ache to help you appreciate . . .

She’s tired of giving the wrong people the right pieces of herself.

you’re strong enough to love even when that love isn’t returned. Your love is unconditional and beautiful.

She is good enough, she is beautiful, she is almighty and majestic. She is strong and intelligent. She is a Queen deserving of more than what she has had. She is you, and when you discover the type of love that mirrors your own, hold on to it.

What if the love of your life is alone, just like you, feeling some of the same feelings? With questions as big as yours and doubts as deep as the doubt that now consumes you?

You don’t even know how much love you’ve stolen from yourself while trying to maintain unhealthy relationships with people who have proven time and time again that they’ll never be able to love you the way you deserve.

Your joy is constantly fading because you’ve built your happiness on temporary things.

Sadly, you’d rather pretend to be happy, smiling in photos, crying when the lights of social media are off. Giving the world a fictional version of who you are, hiding your truth to appease others, your sadness is not a burden. Your sadness is significant. Your sadness is important.

don’t you miss who you were before who you became took over your life

i was in love with the idea of knowing you before i knew you

the airport reads like a book

the airport is alive and it thrives on our souls the airport is an exhibition a production, a show

so often we give our firsts to people who will forget us as soon as something new arrives

I want to speak to her soul, while others are overly eager to touch her physically. I’d like to stimulate the wires of her mind and live there for a lifetime.

how sad, lonely, and haunting it must be to only be able to relate to others through sex

you were never meant to be someone’s secret you were always meant to be loved out loud

aren’t you tired of always being the one they cheat with

It won’t be easy, it’ll be difficult, but this will be the year she finds herself. This will be the year she discovers the power and magic living beneath her bones. This will be the year where she begins to walk away from anything that no longer deserves her presence.

Life evolves a bit faster when you’ve surrounded yourself with high-frequency people, individuals who push you to do more than you knew you were capable of. People who have chosen to do more, to be more and so they encourage those around them to do the same.

do not let a world filled with criticism and judgment prevent you from being whatever you need to be

do not fear the rain when you yourself are a beautiful storm

Confused men are not worthy of your time. Their confusion is an insult to your existence. Why not have a partner who is sure about the way you make them feel and isn’t afraid to express it rather than be with a person who has grown content with pretending that they don’t want you?

this heaviness that sits on your shoulders it makes you stronger but you’re just tired of trying to build a home on quicksand

you shouldn’t have to suppress your emotional truths for people who don’t give a fuck about you

The lesson here is never chase copper when the woman who loves you is golden.