When the anguish and resentment and hurt and pain build up inside you like grout on shower tiles, remember this:
He was not your love. And he never was.
He could not carry every beautiful trait you possess.
He was too weak.
His eyes too dull.
His heart too shallow.
You may feel destroyed over the thought that you were too much, but let it bring bellowing laughter to you instead.
Let yourself remember that you hold more passion in a single strand of your hair than most people will ever carry inside their entire human vessel.
And it may tear you apart that he fooled you into thinking he was different.
But you must remember that there will be many parasites who come to leech off your light,
and you have always been strong enough to fight off every one before him.
And you will crush every one after him.
You must remember what you really are.
You must reclaim your rightful place as the warrior goddess
With your thousand arms
your lightning eyes and thunderous voice.
This pain will not silence you, for you are a force that can never be silenced.