dis·til·la·tion

Stop looking for the light at the end of the tunnel and find God in the darkness.

Nostalgia is a dirty liar that insists things were better than they seemed.

'i love myself.' the quietest. simplest. most powerful. revolution. ever.

Because after all, your love, for me, was all I wanted, and you gave of EVERYTHING, but that. And now I must relinquish myself of you, repent from our irreverent love, wash your scent from my skin, white out your name from my poems and from my prose, paint over images of you in my head, with bright blinding fluorescent colours, swear at the utterance of your name, and try, earnestly, to forget any memory I have of you. Because even after all this time, My bones still shatter under the weight of a whisper of your name.

I couldn’t teach my heart how to stop beating for you, My eyes, How to stop mourning your absence And my tongue, To forget how you tasted, Or how it twisted with yours, I dug myself deep into my mattress at night trying to forget about you Only to find pieces of you still lingering there From the nights our bodies stood, Intertwined Riling in ecstasy I couldn’t teach my body how to exist without yours And, My skin didn’t know how to be With the absence of your touch

You read novels, I read poems, My attention span was never as vast as yours. You wanted to carve passion out of the hearts of people, I just wanted to pave pleasure into your center. My display of affection was never quite the same as yours.

I had to realize that I needed to stop relying on others to make me happy. I had to have myself first before anyone else could.

“Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except your self.”