And I'll be okay.
I'll rewrite the lines of poetry I thought were forever imprinted into my heart by you.
I'll teach my heart to love someone new and someone old.
I'll destroy each and every one of our memories with the slightest, gentlest hand.
I'll wipe my mind clear of you so that it no longer screams your name in agony.
I'll rebuild my walls — they'll be higher this time, so much higher.
I'll make mistakes and regret them but at least I won't be plagued by you anymore.
I'll do everything that my mother and best friend told me to, everything that I promised I'd do for myself if you were to leave.
And I'll still think of you. Of you and your smile and your goddamn star-filled eyes.
But I'll be okay. I'll be okay without you.
YOU ARE READING
If only we could fly.
RandomSometimes I can't sleep and my thoughts cloud my vision of reality; these are the things that I write in times of confusion- when everything is blurred except my love for you. ((this wasn't how this story was supposed to go, I'm sorry))
