True Love…

So many  who believe they're in love are (in reality)  in really strong lust.  Love is about the other person. Lust is all about self. Know the difference.  -Trista Daniell  @Trista.Daniell (IG)  @EnTheosTR (T) http://www.TristaDaniell.com 

A Love Story x12

Any woman  in her right mind  would've walked away by now. But! she...  she wasn't in her right mind... She was in "love".  Deranged,   I know. ... Love. -Trista Daniell @Trista.Daniell (IG) @EnTheosTR (T)www.TristaDaniell.com

A Love Story x11

 I strayed often, but I always went back. Except, 
this time when I returned to reclaim 
my love she laughed - hysterically!  and responded 
with disgust,  
"Stop expecting good women 
to pick up the pieces of your broken heart."

 ... ...and I never had the pleasure of loving her again. Love. -Trista Daniell @EnTheosTR (T) @Trista.Daniell (IG) … Continue reading A Love Story x11

A Love Story x10



"Let me make love to you", she said. ... 
"Let me, caress 
 the pieces 
of your broken heart,
 and nurture the wounds 
that pierce 
 your soul." Love. -Trista Daniell @EnTheosTR (T) @Trista.Daniell (IG) http://www.TristaDaniell.com

Bipolar Thoughts x1

I wonder how it feels to be "normal" ... what it's like to LIVE without perpetual damage to your soul? Fantasy. -Trista Daniell

A Love Story x9

My heart  hemorrhages At the thought of  you. Love. -Trista Daniell @EnTheosTR (T) @Trista.Daniell (IG) http://www.TristaDaniell.com 

A Love Story x8

I think my heart needs glasses... Then,  maybe? It could see the bullshit  coming. Love. -Trista Daniell

Superficial Faith 

How does she love Me?  Let Me count the ways:  She promises her heart on Monday  Devotes her love on Tuesday Questions My faithfulness on Wednesday Ignores Me on Thursday  Forgets Me on Friday Divorces Me on Saturday  Repents on Sunday  ...and repeats the cycle... How?  Does [?] she love Me? -God

A Love Story x7

Every day she mourned their Love... She weeped For the demise of what could have been. Love. -Trista Daniell

A Love Story x6

You asked me to prove my love. So, I plunged my hand into my chest, ripped my heart from my soul, and handed it to you with my last breath. Still! it wasn't enough. Love. -Trista Daniell