I got closure last night.
Which is something I've never gotten
in the few years of my life
and while it may seem
like a small feat to many,
it means the absolute world to me.

I said what I felt even though
the words struggled to come out.
I choked back tears
and poured my soul out.
I took words that should have destroyed me
and instead patched up the *** holes
that had rooted in my heart.

I knew it would be hard,
I knew it would be painful,
I knew it wouldn't be anything
I wanted to hear.
Which is why it was everything
I needed to hear.

And to be told for the second time
that you were never loved
by the one person you told yourself you loved,
well it should be enough to **** you,
to leave you apathetic and filled with unending hatred
towards the universe's obvious spite with your existence
but instead, I am proud of myself.

I am proud because I took it as a confirmation,
I took it as the final step to moving on,
I took it as the answer that had for so long evaded me.

I know it's a small feat for many, but it meant the world to me.