The days filled with bruises outlived the bliss
Each waking day turns into nostalgia
Reliving the unfinished “IT”
Regrouping all my false belief
Opening and closing each day become the hardest
They remind me so much of my defeat
Even as I recreate my days and crack in laughter
Thoughts suddenly seep and quickly, I just go back in bleak
I smile and smile right in front of the people who love me
The people who wishes to make me happy, but the sadness haunts me
I see you in every car, in every city
Your ghost won’t just leave
My mind has decided it is not worth it,
I know I should have long taken a flight
It’s clear you arent my knight
My mind’s made up but my heart…
My heart is still crawling from the dark alley now branded with fright.
No Harry & Sally while poppin and chugging wine or martini.
I’ll happily replace it with a bunch of Kate Hudson movies and loads of Love Actually’s.
I’m happily moving on.
2016 will be the last that I’d ever consider a you for me.
Walking out on someone’s life is normal.
We do that, someone will or someone has done that to you. And this act, my friends, is completely normal.
We have to find a way to embrace it. Yes, it may not be the most comfortable scenario but it’s a natural thing.
We have to gladly let go of the things which are no longer working for us.
Regardless if it’s you who’s leaving or the other way around. This letting go phase is not a competition, this is not about who left or who got left behind.
Doesn’t really matter anymore anyway.
The problem is even if we’ve made drastic decisions we still cannot stop ourselves from looking back. From going over and over the same story. From continuously scratching the wound.
Which is not helping anybody at all.
Seriously, when you have reached that point wherein you said it’s over, be true to your words.
Imagine this scenario the way you’d wish for a bad day to end.
You don’t want it ever again and you would rather not talk about it anymore.
You don’t block, unfriend, delete, unfollow someone and then still talk about that person.
You’re not a child, the last thing this grown-up world needs is an adult throwing tantrums.
Move on. Forward.