Normal is Boring

You Were Here

I respect your decision to end things but that doesn't make it hurt any less.
You have a little part of my heart and you probably always will.

And that's a part of life. Life is feeling.
Life is fighting to survive.
Life is stars and smiles and sunsets and amazing kissing.
You helped me live instead of just existing.

You could choose to clean up for me
I guess
But instead you're ending our adventure to spend a little more time being numb.

Over the years I have learned by watching people I love shove down their feelings that feeling is our birthright.
If we are not feeling than we are not living and if we are not living than we are just existing.
We feel. We breathe. We look at all the beauty around us and we accept that we deserve every fucking second of it.
You deserve to be here. You deserve me. You deserve to follow your dreams. You deserve to not have to worry.

I'm a lone once again. But hey I'll always be here. Because I'm not going anywhere. And you may not be holding my hand but that's okay because I'm standing on my own two feet again thanks to you. Thank you.

You are a part of the history of me. You are a part of me. You were here.