Never Minded

I remember waking up in the middle of a dream,
staring at the ceiling & feeling my wet cheeks.
When morning came,
I remember telling you about waking up crying;
about a dream I couldn’t quite piece together.
“I know, I heard you,” you said.
Maybe it was then that I knew you never minded watching me cry.

How.

Oh how the pain sneaks up on you;
how it pulls your feet right from under you;
how it twists & transforms every “hello”
into “I don’t love you anymore,”
from the mouths of strangers.

Stones.

Because sometimes the “wrong” people are just stepping stones
to lead you to the “right” ones.

Parts.

The hardest part of letting go
is every single part.

Nightmare.

Remember when I fought alone for this?
“I don’t know what I want anymore,” you said.
I sleep with those words every night.

Burn.

You can try to let your past burn out,
but the embers still glow.
You still get burned.

Hands.

In case your judgement wavers:
If someone hurt you; broke your heart
Don’t let them get their hands on you again.

Decisions.

I believe that every day we make a decision that changes every moment after.
We can either let that scare us,
or make us wiser.