To the girl who is crying on the ground of her dorm room,
Over the boy who was incapable of seeing her worth,
Who took her heart and shattered it,
Leaving her in pain and undeniable agony,
This is for you.

I was there.

Two years later,
I’m in the arms of a man,
Who picked me up off the ground,
Wiped the hurting tears from my eyes,
Willingly fought every ghost of my past,
Paints the biggest smile on my face,
Takes care of my heart,
And shines the greatest ray of sunshine upon my life.

Your person is coming. Don’t give up.

Letting you go
was the
best
medicine
I’ve ever
prescribed

Woke up
happy.
My skin clearer,
my smile brighter,
my body stronger.
Realizing just how happy
I can be.

Your clothes,
my back.
Your scent
entangled in every inch
of the fabic.
It was my favorite part
of being drowned
in your clothing.
Your scent.
Your safe presence.
No longer.
On the ground, drowning in your clothes
after you promised
it’d never happen again.
Round number 8 now.
Tears seamlessly running
down my face. Drowning.
Your scent, a reminder of each broken promise.
A prisoner of your love.
Chained by your clothing.
Drowning.
Held captive by your scent.

The colors illuminated the sky,
the noises flooded her ears,
but the only thing she felt
in her eyes were tears.

Harsh words ringing louder
than the bombs bursting in air.
The chaos escalating the fight
that simply one kiss could repair.

He had had enough,
leaving her naked in hand.
As she stared into the sky,
unable to stand.

The stream of water on her cheeks became visible
as sparks of light blanketed the sky.
And suddenly she had forgotten
why she began to cry.

It's intoxicatingly exciting:
Heartbreak.
Breathing quickens.
Heart races.
Mind wanders.
Just to feel alive

The feeling that incarcerates your being
when all you can hear are footsteps fading into the night.
Helpless.
Adrenaline filled.
Two disturbing questions dominating your thoughts:
Will he come back?
Do I deserve this?

Plans.
Out of my hands
for my own life,
causing strife.

Perfection.
19, still being shown direction
for my own life,
causing strife.

Unhappiness.
Utter distress
over my own life,
causing strife.

Control lacks.
Demanding it back,
for my own life,
No more strife.