Breakdowns remind us of who we are at our worst, but they also give us a chance to see who accepts us at the points when we aren’t ourselves.
But there is something lovely about the things and people too complicated for average souls. Most will walk by not appreciating the art in front of them. But then there will be others who stand in front of an easel, wanting to know everything.
We each danced so gracefully with each other’s demons it would have been easy to mistake me for your soulmate.
It seems so simple. Find someone you’re interested in and hope they like you back. But people make things so complicated.
Let me be the first to tell you I wish I wasn’t like this. But I’ve come to learn that there are some parts to ourselves we can’t choose.
I look at you and I see all that is right, despite how many things that have gone wrong. I look at you and most of all I hope you see yourself not for the cracks and the broken pieces. I hope you see the light that has shined through you, brightening the lives of everyone around you.
It’s looking at your reflection and wishing you saw someone worthwhile looking back at you. Wishing you could love yourself the way others do.
There was so much good between us. I think that’s what made it hurt so bad. And it wasn’t all perfect. We challenged each other. We fought like sisters. But for so long we overcame so much together.
We get one life to live and we get to choose how we fuck it up. But we also get to choose how we make it better and how we make the lives around us better.
Because the reality is we live in a male-dominated society.