January brought false hope and disappointment.
February brought tear stained eyes and broke smiles.
March brought stupid mistakes and unwanted change.
April brought a sense of insecurity and days spent crying.
But May,
May brings acceptance and relief. Acceptance that you're gone, acceptance that I'm alone, acceptance of myself. Relief that you'll never come back, relief that I'm free, relief of breathing again. Even after months of showers, I became my own flower.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpt from a Book I will Never Write
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