Let me tell you something before you begin to read this: you are not broken. You are a thing made of the toughest kind of platinum there ever is, there ever was and there ever will be. And let me tell you why. Because you are still here.
When you realise that all your mistakes are lessons, there is no end to the amazing things you can achieve, there is no end to the wonderful things you can do.
Your partner has just told you they are depressed. And that they are really struggling with it, especially this particular week. You want to be there for them but you don’t know how to.
Nice guys exist. Believe me they do, because I have realised that I have been looking in all the wrong places. Instead I should have been looking in the direction where I have never looked before.
Take every single person who lessened your shine and bury their memory, without mercy under glow of everything that makes you who you are. And who you are right now, in this moment, is a living, breathing example of how you can survive hell and still, still keep shining.
I’m sober as I can be and I just wanted to say you are no Hercules, because at least he grieved killing those he loved, whereas you didn’t even feel sorry for shattering every part of me that you claimed to love.
Do not allow him to consume you, it is the consumption that will kill your soul, that will destroy your self respect, that will take from you when you are not looking.
The parts of me that belonged to you
are now strewn across this city we once loved.
There is witchcraft in our blood, in our bones we carry the magic that you could not burn away. You see, fire does not eat fire.
You are calling yourself worthless and weak again because you feel like you are taking too long to heal too long to be ‘normal’ again and it makes me ache inside to watch you tear yourself down this way.