I am taking myself back. And no, I am not doing this for you. I deserve better. I can take all the pieces of myself that you dropped and find someone who can help me carry them in time. But for now, I am carrying myself.
I am making myself whole.
Although pieces here and there are broken, I promise you they still work. I’ve found that even in the worst moments of pain, you can fix what is broken by believing in yourself.
By believing that there is more to life than just a burned out flame…
There is me. And where there is me, there is a light waiting to be lit. Waiting to be discovered, and waiting to light up someone’s world. As long as I remind myself what is there, I can move forward.
As long as you stay out my life, I can pick up all the bent and broken pieces of my heart you stole.
I’ll be able to piece together every part you told my heart you cared for but broke. I’ll be able to sew together the parts of my heart you ripped out and threw away.
My heart is not yours.
It doesn’t beat for you anymore. And it never will. So it’s time I take back what is mine.There is no one who can make me feel alive but myself.
And for the first time in a long time, I know that this is best for me. I know that taking back pieces of myself will only make me stronger and more dependent on myself. More dependent on me, and me alone.