Let me tell you a little story about āthe oneā. Darling, theyāll reach into the deepest, darkest parts of your soul. Youāll take them to the treacherous parts of you, no one had ever dared to see before. Youāll do this because this is āthe oneā. That smile, man that smile. Those eyes are going to melt you down to your very core but what you donāt see is how theyāll allow you to fall through the cracks of their finger tips. They wonāt blink twice as they turn their backs & leave you in the center of a Winter storm. Darling, youāll spend night after night howling for them, for their love. Youāll grip your sheets, youāll kick, youāll scream. Pounding your fists against your skull, anything to make their memory go away. Youāre going to feel as if no one will ever understand the hollowness growing in your chest. Darling, let them go. Rip, burn, throw, those photos. The love letters. Allow me to remind you, that youāre worth isnāt defined by their choices to walk away. God, please believe that I canāt stress this enough. You were a sweet cup of morning coffee, but you never satisfied because they preferred tea. Youāre a blooming rose, but that was never enough because they preferred daisies. Every tick of the clock is another moment where you & you alone have MADE it. Darling, go outside and walk, walk alone. Write pages of poetry until your knuckles crack from gripping the pen. Go ahead, call your friends & tell them you need a night out. Buy yourself a new bra & panty theyāll never see you in, letās face it. They donāt deserve that treasure, no matter how many times theyāll call you at 2am when theyāre alone in bed and missing your lips. Darling, youāll survive. Darling, youāll be okay.
K.C
Boom.
