either way,

he’s gone,

while you’re here alone.

and now you feel like you’re burning alive,

covered from head to toe in flames.

you’ve managed to put out his fire,

but in the process,

you have turned yourself off.

you’ve shut down.

given up.

love don’t have the same ring as it used to.

they keep telling you to keep your head up,

and to be patient.

or that it will happen when you’re least
expecting it.

and i hate to say it,

but they are right.

i know,

it’s the last thing you want to hear.

and no,

it won’t help take this agony away.

but for what it’s worth,

love is out there…

someone is waiting around,

looking,

hoping,

and praying for someone like you.

and once you find each other,

it will feel like the whole

universe stopped just for you two.

you will smile,

laugh,

and cry because turns out

they were right.

thank goodness,

they were actually right.

i wish moving on was

as easy as moving out.

packed bags,

empty drawers,

blank walls.

never looking back,

only overdue goodbyes.

but there is no

easy way to let go.

you must give it time,

give yourself time.

in the meanwhile renovate,

redecorate,

remodel.

just because the love is over,

does not mean it is the

end of everything.

i keep running

back into the arms

that broke me,

hoping for healing.

- destructive behavior

you keep damaging me,

then turning around

and calling it love.

- the destruction

you are tattooed head-to-toe

with all the empty promises

that left you broken.

words spoken by all the

people who said they’d never leave,

but did.

you are not damaged,

or a mess.

you are simply soft in nature,

and naive enough to think

others are as well.

i’m in need of a little extra love today.

i waited for years for

you to come back,

playing that moment

in my head on repeat.

oh the irony,

that once i didn’t

need you anymore,

you showed up at

my front door.

it seems you are too late.

this life,

my world,

has no place for you.

time is a peculiar thing,

and for once,

it was on my side.

and that was the thing about her,

she kept on surviving.

with bullet holes in her lungs,

and knife marks etched into her back.

she never let anything get in her way,

resilient.

a fighter,

not by choice,

but a warrior at heart.

her silence will tell you everything.

you will never be foreign.

i’ve seen too much,

gone farther than most.

your fingerprints are

stamped all over my skin.

there is no denying you

once trespassed here.

your footprints left dirt tracks,

and i can’t clean up your mess.

even though we will

never return to the

lovers we once knew,

our past will stay a part of us.

we could never be strangers.

i have not forgotten you,

and with that,

i hope you still think of me.