Liz Rae

Loving yourself after trauma is committing to yourself. It is committing to your background, knowing where you’ve been and how you will move on.

If you were a poem,
I would translate you into every language
so every person would want to read you.

I hope I always stay in your mind, somewhere, even when life consumes you and you find happiness somewhere else.

You lose a strong woman by treating her like a woman and not the force of nature she is.

The world is massive, and there’s no denying that. But know that, even though there are millions of people in this world, you are connected to some of them. You were sifted from the dust that is situated around you and ignited from the flames of love, just like everyone else. You may think that you don’t know many people, but you are so connected to everyone you pass on the streets without realizing it. So if you feel alone, explore.

I want to spend our time in the moment,
not trying to capture it.

And all I can think about when you are speaking is,
My, I have missed so much.

I’ve got my own things to chase after,
and on the long list of things I’m running towards,
you’re not one of them.

I wonder if we will ever stop seeing each other
if we will ever realize that we will never fully belong to one another
because we will never fully understand how to love ourselves.

It isn’t right to meet someone
knowing the way you met them
will be the way you destruct them.

I feel pain in my liver
because last night, I drank a fourth a bottle
of tequila.
They say tequila makes a person’s clothes fall off
and I wanted to know if I could feel that way
with someone other than you.