Someone once read my words
and told me that I had this ability
to sum up heartbreak so beautifully
I laughed,
shook my head,
and wished I really couldn't.

I write a message to you and just delete it
I guess that's progress
I check my blocked messages a little less
I guess that's progress
I see your name, and my heart flutters less
I guess that's progress
I obsess over you a little less
I guess that's progress
I hear a song that we like, and I don't skip it
I guess that's progress
I fly over for work and don't wanna just rock up at your doorstep
I guess that's progress
I see a guy with tattoos, piercings, dark hair, and dark eyes, and I don't think of you
I guess that's progress
I see a blue-eyed staffie and don't think of boofhead
I guess that's progress
I play the video games we used to play, and I don't think of you
I guess that's progress
I can write these words and not cry
I guess that's progress
My eyes aren't bloodshot from crying anymore
I guess that's progress
I wanna die a little less now
I guess that's progress
I no longer wanna scream until my lungs give out
I guess that's progress
I think of our times together, and it doesn't hurt anymore
I guess that's progress
I stop and smell the roses now
I guess that's progress
I'm talking to people again
I guess that's progress
I've been intimate with someone else  
I get that's progress
My silly, fun side is slowly returning
I guess that's progress
I laugh and sing again
I guess that's progress
I miss you a little less
I guess that's progress
I crave you a little less
I guess that's progress
At least that's what I tell myself..

Beauty, Strength, and fire,
Those three things do not define her,
She is from the wonderful works of our designer,
Be careful, for she is a fighter,
And she will get,
Whatever she desire.

Let’s not sleep—
let’s overthink!
Let’s rethink
every awkward blink.

Let’s write a novel
in our head,
then cry about
what we should’ve said.

Sleep is boring.
Peace is fake.
Let’s spiral till
the morning breaks.