from what i understand,
some of you are sad
very sad.
some are mad,
broken,
beaten down by life
who wields a baseball bat
with nails sticking out at funny angles

from your sorrow comes beauty
the words you write
so moving

you're all too talented to quit.

so stick around

you never know when things might get better

please save yourself for another day

Tomorrow I will be okay.
I will wake up, make pancakes and drink my favorite coffee.
I will buy myself a fancy dress
And a book by my favorite author.
I will go eat my favorite meal.
I will watch people at a coffee shop
And draw or maybe write a poem or two.
I will come home and drink mulled wine
And watch a movie that makes me smile.
But for tonight,
I will let my heart ache.

What's it like when you break up with someone?

It's 1,300 archived Google photos.

It's 40 floating memories at a time, above your head when you try to sleep.

It's her voice saying,
"You were good."
"You're a baby."
"I loved you."
"Use your words!"
"I gave you my heart"
"It'll take me two months to move on"
"I'm with someone." Three weeks later.

It's the countless kisses and cuddles that got you through hard times, to find out that you'll just be holding yourself and your lips are now vacant.

It's the love making that curdles in your stomach and makes you what to ***** every kind word she ever said.

It's the countless hours you spend, trying to imagine her with someone else inside of her. Ripping out the seeds of love you planted.

It's the hidden poetry she wrote about someone who will never be you.

It's the venom swirling in your mouth from the last time you tasted her.

It's her ******* name haunting you when she left you alone.

And it's the rage that will get you through this, because you are worth so much more.

A tear today,
        A smile tomorrow.

I cried today,
         and tomorrow I will be okay.


© Pax