When you let them go, all you can see is the anger.
All you know is the pain and the sting of the fight.
And when you walk away, you don't care where the pieces land, you just pray they won't land too close to home.
But when the dust settles, and you can see clearly, things are never that easy.
Time softens the worst of all situations.
You remember less fights and more smiles.
You forget the tears and remember the laughter.
And all the sudden you're standing in a cold, empty castle that you built yourself with the debris.
One day, you look up and you realize no one locked you in that tower but yourself.
You threw stones at every prince and pauper that tried to save you.
And eventually, no one cares enough to save you anymore, so you have to save yourself.
A space for me to empty my brain of all the poems, letters, and half-finished stories that swirl around in my head all day.
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