You cry your eyes out, trying to appear apologetic for your faux corruption, because it makes you feel all the more toxic, destructively powerful.
These hands were the hands you held for so long; and these eyes, what use would there be but to search for your face in every place and in every stranger passing by.
Do not suppress your own glory. Let your own heartbeat resound louder and louder until it devours the noise of those who wish for your ultimate downfall.
Stop saying it’s okay when it’s not. Stop giving your mercy away so easily as if you have all the goddamn mercy in the world. It’s about time we stop tiptoeing around other people’s feelings just because we want to save them from the pain—all at our expense.
Before you can even spell the word heartbreak, I am going to break you.