#dont fall

The cameraman sitting at the top of the cage brave af

I use to hate you. Hate you for the fallout of our love. Hate you that I turned into someone I didn’t even know anymore. Hate you that you pushed me so far from myself I didn’t even know if I could find myself again. But then I realized that hating you was giving you more power over my emotions. Hating you was not getting over you. I began to look in the mirror more closely. Trying to find the happiness I once had before you came along. The more I looked at myself the more I realize that I had no one to hate, no one to blame, but myself. I finally knew what they meant, you know the people that had survived heart break. They would say, “don’t loose yourself in someone else.” Or “you have to always love yourself first.” I would always roll my eyes when I would hear things like that. I wanted to fall into someone else. I wanted to loose myself in the eyes of my lover. I wanted to feel the love run through my veins, so I fell. And now look at me. I’m someone I don’t even recognize. I let my soul die for someone that let me go so easily. And now I’m picking myself up, I’m going home. Back to me. Now I understand. Now I know.