"Listen: those who have hurt you in the past cannot continue to hurt you unless you hold on to the pain through resentment. Your past is past! Nothing will change it. You are only hurting yourself with your bitterness. For your own sake, learn from it, then let it go. The bible says, 'To worry yourself to death with resentment would be a foolish, senseless thing to do.' "

Take Me Home

Come on, take me with you

Please I want to go

Cause home is where your heart is

And you are all my heart knows ...❤️

                  (T.A.T) 

Broken

Come on, tell me how it feels

Tell me how it feels to love someone

So

Broken.

How does it feel to constantly be cleaning up the mess of someone else?

Tell me how it feels and how much you hate picking up the shattered 

P

   I

     E

        C

            E

                S

Of my heart.

Cutting your fingers deep

And your patients shorter on

Every 

Single

Shard 

Of broken ol' me .

But once you do that

Tell me how it feels

Tell me how it feels to have healing hands

Tell me how it feels to make a broken person finally feel 

Whole

Once more.

How does it feel to look at the microscopic cracks in which you placed

Glue of love

And held in place until those cracks dried

Closed.

Please I just want to know.

Tell me how

Please tell me how you so perfectly loved a person so broken

And never once thought

She's too broken to be 

Fixed.

                    (T.A.T)

Without A Warning

You should have came with a warning label..

A list of things not to say, a users manual or something.

Or maybe a "How not to be used" manual because I ended up being the one you used.

But how?

How did I allow you to use my own heart

Against me.

                        (T.A.T)

All I Have Left.

Tyshaana Thomas                                                    June 12th, 2012

 I've been a writer for as long as I can honestly remember. But never have I ever experienced writers block to such an extreme. I have not written a damn thing since April 13, 2012. One day shy of three months. The crazy thing about it is, just recently somebody told me, "It's okay, you just need some inspiration." and then just walked right out of my life like it was the easiest thing they've ever done. Thanks for the inspiration, ASSHOLE. I'm Tyshaana Thomas, & I deserve somebody who gives a fuck.

 I've never been like any of these other girls out here. I was raised knowing the simple fact that, if you don't respect yourself; you can’t expect anybody else to respect you either & I lived by that. I've never had sex, I'm not running the streets, I didn't even get my first kiss till I was 17 & a half, & I sure as hell never had the, "Everybody's had her" reputation that a lot of these females have now-a-days. I am special, I'm a catch. But I guess it's true what they say, "The good guy always finishes last."

Well, I could sit here and get all super dramatic, but I’m not. I’m just going to state the facts of my generation. Drake said, “We live in a generation of not being in love, and not being together”, and if you ask me, nobody has said it better. It’s true. Nobody wants to dedicate his or her time and love to JUST one person anymore. Guys are looking for girls who don’t have standards, the ones they can call whenever they’re in need of a quick fix with no commitment. And well, if you’re a girl like me? The type of girl you can bring home to meet your family, the type of female who has morals? Well, sorry but it sucks to be you because your not what they’re looking for. J.Cole said were living in a world where we shun virgins, and praise hoes. The sad part is, its true. Good girls get used and abused and for what? Because other females have no class.

Something Different For Me..

“Dedicated to my Enchanted”, not a usual letter starter… but this is how all of these letters started that were delivered to my house on my 18^th birthday in a cardboard box. No return address, but one wasn’t needed because your location was already well known…

My heart.

Love tore apart by unsupportive by-standers and a single heart broken.

Just mines.

So I thought, but as I sat there with your letters in my hand, tears rolled down my face because then and only then did I realize

It wasn't just mines.

I had always thought that you had just forgotten about me and everything that we had 
You never fought for me…

NO, US.

And I could never understand why.

I never could understand anything ‘til this very day…

You always acted as if you were never fazed by any of this,

But here you had been writing me letters the whole time that we were apart…

The whole year and four months that we were

Forcefully

Separated…

When hard times came about,

“Don’t forget”

Were words of code that we whispered amongst each other.

Words only us, and a few close friends really knew the meaning of.

Don’t forget me …

Don’t forget …

iloveyou...

No two words said more,

Yet no two words did I think you would forget more quickly.

“My heart was never completely invested in letting you go, and I prayed that yours was never completely invested in letting me go either…”

The most memorable part of these letters…

No words replayed in my head more often then those, nor had my heart beating

So

Fast

That you could literally see it jumping out of my chest.

At this point the tears that were rolling down my face previous to this line,

Kicked into full-blown “waterfall” mode…

Therefore causing my fresh birthday make-up to run down my face.

Turns out you waited for me.

Just like I prayed you would.

“Dedicated to my Enchanted”

Yes still a strange way to start a letter, but as I spent my whole 18^th birthday reading and rereading these letters you wrote to me, while listening to music it all began to make sense.

Enchanted by Taylor Swift began to play

And as I sat there and listened to the lyrics I realized what it meant to not only be just “somebody’s” Enchanted,
But to be yours.

You were enchanted to meet me…

We were enchanted to be together.

But you know what’s crazy?

You signed all your letters

“The one who lost it all…”

And finally your name…

Sad thing is,

I was the one who really lost it all, as I opened my eyes to realize…

It was all

Just a dream …

Dedicated to MY Enchanted

“Dedicated to my Enchanted”, not a usual letter starter… but this is how all of these letters started that were delivered to my house on my 18^th birthday in a cardboard box. No return address, but one wasn’t needed because your location was already well known… My heart.

Love tore apart by unsupportive by-standers and a single heart broken. Just mines, so I thought but as I sat there with your letters in my hand, tears rolled down my face because then and only then did I realize it wasn't just mines. I had always thought that you had just forgotten about me and everything that we had. You never fought for me, no us and I could never understand why. I never could understand anything ‘til this very day. You always acted as if you were never fazed by any of this, but here you had been writing me letters the whole time that we were apart… The whole year and four months that we were forcefully separated.

When hard times came about, “Don’t forget” were words of code that we whispered amongst each other that only us, and a few close friends knew the meaning of. “Don’t forget me and don’t forget iloveyou...” No two words said more, but no two words did I think you would forget more quickly. But you didn't, you never forgot.

“My heart was never completely invested in letting you go, and I prayed that yours was never completely invested in letting me go either…” was the most memorable part of these letters… No words replayed in my head more often then those, nor had my heart beating so fast that you could literally see it jumping out of my chest. At this point the tears that were rolling down my face previous to this line, kicked into full-blown “waterfall” mode, causing my fresh birthday make up to run down my face. Turns out you waited for me, just like I prayed you would.

“Dedicated to my Enchanted”, yes still a strange way to start a letter, but as I spent my whole 18^th birthday reading and rereading these letters you wrote to me, while listening to music it all began to make sense. Enchanted by Taylor Swift began to play and as I sat there and listened to the lyrics I realized what it meant to not only be just “somebody’s” Enchanted, but to be yours. You were enchanted to meet me… we were enchanted to be together.

But you know what’s crazy? You signed all your letters, “The one who lost it all” and your name… Sad thing is, I was the one who really lost it all, as I opened my eyes to realize it was all just a dream …