Laminated Emotions

The Art of Leaving

I didn't leave like she did

With her bags and books and all those insignificants

With smiles and laughs tucked into her back pocket and promises of tomorrow strung around her neck

With the sunlight as her companion

No.

I left barefoot, in the dead of night

(I still remember it being a moonless night)

the wind pounding against my flesh was the only thing that still proved to me, "I'm human."

A human being who had somehow lost the line, or maybe she had crossed it a long time ago and nobody really ever told her

(because who would want to tell a hurricane it's responsible for destruction)

That's just it really,

That's what they do.

They watch you drift off course, and they laugh and point at you and you don't notice

because you're too busy laughing yourself

And when the joke gets old (because it will, because it has to) and they leave with their sanity intact and a stomach full of laughter

You'll be the only one standing there wondering,

"What the hell happened?"

And the sad thing will be that no one can explain it to you but yourself.

bruisedflames

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"You're not ugly,

Society is."

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Dear everybody,

I hope you realize that you are worth so much more than they say you are, and that you will always know that you're needed.

You're needed.