My heart is bleeding on the white starched sheets as I think to myself how ironic, "my heart is so broken, it is bleeding out for him to see."
It wouldn't make a difference here, not at this time, not in this moment, things never work out that way.
The sinking weight of the room reminds me of how it feels right before you sneeze. Hopeless, and trapped, until you can break yourself free.
He was supposed to be the ending to my story, the complete version of myself, but now I realize, in this disgusting rage that he is just a chapter, a piece, a part, a moment that came and went like a crashing wave.
I stand firm on who I am, I believe in myself everyday, even if it is forced, I will never allow anyone to trample my heart and then take the pieces for themselves.
My children liberate me and remind me of what I am here to do everyday.
My inspiration, my light, my fight are for them.
I say to you, whoever may read this and understand my soulful words,
never settle, never sell yourself short, don't listen to the broken words that fall from cowards lips,
you are amazing, and perfect with all your scars,
be proud, be loved, because you and I are love,
in the form of a human being.
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