He said that he loved you as he chiseled another piece of you away.
You were well aware that it was less than okay, however, you truly did love him.
You were willing to become dust if it meant that he could have his peace of mind.
Where was your peace of mind?
It was impossible for it to have been him, the one and only constant in your life that brought about unbearable pain.
You became your own peace, and every day, it becomes a little easier to breathe without him.
You slowly soak yourself free of the poison that polluted your perception for all of those long years.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
Poetry{ONGOING} Poetry from the mending mind ❝I am soft again, there is water and it surrounds me, there is feeling and I can feel it, I am awake and alive and swollen and heavy with love, I am changing and I am loving change.❞ © AVA
