Today will ache, so will tomorrow—and the next 68 days. Your heart will continue to bleed while your bones will find home in your unmade bed. Your mom's tea will taste bitter just like the words your dad spat not too long ago. The weight of disappointment will make it hard for you to get up even on the sunniest morning. And forget not about the pain that will embrace every part of you like a new friend saying hello. Darling, darkness will settle in and it will be hard. It will be.
But if an undeserving lover can leave, if a fire can burn out, and if a storm can turn calm—what makes the bad days different? Darling, it will soon bid its goodbye too, and you will be okay. You will be.
That will be the only time you'd learn to appreciate the beauty in endings.
- a r e i a i e n
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PoetryA Collection of Short Poetry & Prose ❝Only your existence elicit my words.❞
