While I was still holding on, you were already long gone.
How can you stop feeling loss, unless you’ve turned your flames of anger into butterflies of forgiveness that you can let go?
Today, for the first time in 6 months, I went an entire day without you crossing my mind.
I’m healing now, so please don’t talk to me if you don’t mean it; I’d rather be filled with silence than lies.
Someone like you tried to break someone like me.
All that will be left are the reminders of a time where the pain went on for days, months, and years.
Don’t let yourself be defined by the almosts of life.
Thoughts fall through the abyss, thoughts with no destination or path to follow. The black of the night, like wisps of smoke filling the air, drowns my mind with anxiety and doubt.
I didn’t want to believe that was the last time I would see you.
You are more than what others think of you or the decisions you choose, because only you can make those for yourself.