Let me tell you a little story about “the one”. Darling, they’ll reach into the deepest, darkest parts of your soul. You’ll take them to the treacherous parts of you, no one had ever dared to see before. You’ll do this because this is “the one”. That smile, man that smile. Those eyes are going to melt you down to your very core but what you don’t see is how they’ll allow you to fall through the cracks of their finger tips. They won’t blink twice as they turn their backs & leave you in the center of a Winter storm. Darling, you’ll spend night after night howling for them, for their love. You’ll grip your sheets, you’ll kick, you’ll scream. Pounding your fists against your skull, anything to make their memory go away. You’re going to feel as if no one will ever understand the hollowness growing in your chest. Darling, let them go. Rip, burn, throw, those photos. The love letters. Allow me to remind you, that you’re worth isn’t defined by their choices to walk away. God, please believe that I can’t stress this enough. You were a sweet cup of morning coffee, but you never satisfied because they preferred tea. You’re a blooming rose, but that was never enough because they preferred daisies. Every tick of the clock is another moment where you & you alone have MADE it. Darling, go outside and walk, walk alone. Write pages of poetry until your knuckles crack from gripping the pen. Go ahead, call your friends & tell them you need a night out. Buy yourself a new bra & panty they’ll never see you in, let’s face it. They don’t deserve that treasure, no matter how many times they’ll call you at 2am when they’re alone in bed and missing your lips. Darling, you’ll survive. Darling, you’ll be okay.
K.C
Boom.
