Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else.
Start with the hands.
The feeble way they shake holding your morning coffee,
the way they did his dishes, his laundry, so willingly.
How they itch from the want of undressing his memory.
All lonely. All empty - you.
Cut them off.
Undo the trembling in your knees
when you licked the blood from his lips;
Undo the weakness in your feet
when he stole the breath in your lungs.
Stand the fuck up.
Go for the stomach.
Destroy the butterflies giving you
sleepless nights and make a painting
out of their corpses’ wings.
Spit him out.
You can eat fire if you want to.
Do not let his absence take away your magic.
You are not hard to love if you can love yourself
and no one has the authority to break you
You are a calamity, you are a force of nature,
and there is thunder crackling in your veins.
Can you hear it? This is your funeral song.
Now, burn -
Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Phoenix
When you rise from the ashes, STAND ALONE.surfandwrite)
Hold their hand and then never touch their skin again,
See them nearly everyday and pretend they don’t exist,
Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie.
|—||Was this your plan all along? (via badtexter)|
nature is rad