Soft

soft.

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soft.

Kiana Azizian

soft

/sôft/

(adjective)

not firm or hard to touch.

to be kind, beautiful, and humane.

one who is delicate, caring, and gentle.

soft is not weak.

to be soft is to be strong.

to be soft is to be unstoppable.

somehow,

i am

soft

yet

rigid,

all at

the

same

time.

- human

the

hardening.

this hardening was

not a part of the plan.

it came out of nowhere,

and knocked the wind

out from my lungs.

it left me breathless,

dazed,

lost.

confused.

then the darkness took over,

and it changed me;
ripping apart the soft creature i used to be.

they don’t warn us about the pain,

or the grief that lives with it.

but even worse,

they do not teach us

how to deal with it all.

how to cope,

grieve the grief,

forgive the hurt.

soften the parts that we

have lost to the hardening.

i know what you’ve been through,

i’ve been around the same places.

i thought you looked familiar.

the pain,

it lives in your eyes.

trying to escape with each tear.

every drop telling a story of its own.

you fell in love,

didn’t you?

tell me all about them.

you are safe here.

were they everything you’d hoped for,

perhaps even a little more?

did they say all the right things

at the right time?

were they pure perfection?

you’d do anything for them,

i know, i know.

like i said,

i’ve been there too.

but they left.

without any proper closure,

gone before the dusk of night.

your poor heart,

i can hear the cracks as it beats.

it has seen better days.

they took so much of you,

now you’re not even sure who you are without
their existence in your life.

you’re still mourning the loss of them,

the loss of yourself.

i know it must be hard to see the bigger picture
right now...

all you can imagine is

how flawlessly they walked away,

replaying all the promises said,

all the promises made.

but listen closely.

them leaving was the

best thing to ever happen to you.

thank them.

this is all you owe them.

be grateful for their departure,

because the day they left,

was also the day

you were reminded

how important it is to truly admire,

and put yourself first.

forever.

and always.

i just want you

and your wild love.

love that stays.

this is the type

of love i crave.