You fall in love. You fall out of it. You go through all the steps. Grief, anger, denial, acceptance. And just when you start breathing freely again, the past rounds a corner and slams into your chest, leaving you with shaking hands and cloudy eyes and shallow breathing and icy blood.
Just when you think it's been put to sleep for the last time, your heartbreak wakes up again. It catches your eye and caresses your cheek and makes you question every thought in your head.
When you've stacked the pieces of your heart right and you turn to walk away, it catches you by the ankle and your progress spills out on the ground.
You think you've got it figured out and then it falls apart again. Your future shines on the horizon, but how can you walk away from so many untied ends? And just like that, you're fighting back your past one last time, trying to salvage your future.
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.
Monday, January 4, 2016
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