She used to think leaving was for the strong.
That was before him.
She used to think staying was for the weak.
That was before she realized
that she found her
strength when she found him.
She didn’t know if without him,
that strength would still remain.
How do you leave someone when the truest
part of you is stuck within them?
How do you unglue the sticky pieces of yourself
from their reluctant hand?
How do you sort out love and hate
and betrayal and guilt
and passion
and hope
and fear?
How do you love when
it feels like he’s
sawed your heart in half
and then stuck it in the
pressure cooker to watch
it implode?
