I know she left you broken
She shattered glass windows inside your heart.
The jagged edges still bite your soft skin
whenever you try to assess the damage within.
I’m standing here in front of you with more than a first aid kit
— a willing surgeon
You don’t see me.
You open your mouth to say nothing but I already know my dear.
Your mind is somewhere far far away from here.
It’s knee deep in snow praying —
that the memories of her somehow
turn into band-aids.
Just remember
Band-aids can absorb blood but they can not mend wounds.
The only one who can do that is you.
You won’t be able to predict the healing.
It comes without a timeline.
I promise it will be like when you fell off your tricycle
and scraped your knee for the first time.
You crashed and yelled as you bled onto the pavement.
Mama ran to you from the house with bandaids.
You fell asleep with one leg outside your blanket because
the pain was so raw
even you yourself dared not touch it.
The next day the band-aid fell off in the shower
no matter how hard you tried to save it.
Water clung to your scab
but you sort of liked it.
You watched your band-aid become useless.
Your knee stung less but looked a little different.
The skin was pale but sensitive.
The pain that once made you cry
is just a distant memory blended within the clouds.
Your knee never looked the same after that
but you can run marathons now.
I’m writing you this poem because
I know you can not love me now,
as deep as I am ready to love you.
I am writing you this poem because I know that you will make it though.
You won’t be the same but you will emerge brand new.
This is my heart singing hoping one day you hear my song.
There is so much love waiting for you
after you learn to move on.
Soul mates are boomerangs
So I’ll throw you away now and if you come back
I’ll catch you smiling with both my hands.
What I want more than anything
is to watch you reclaim yourself.
Build a better version of you.
Chase your dreams and just live.
Trust me I know
what it’s like to have people scream
“let go”
As if you and her were dull scribbles entangled on a whiteboard
waiting to be erased by a few simple strokes of a brush.
Darling please remember there is no rush.
What you two were together was art.
But this ending is just another start.
There is no need to erase.
No need to be ashamed.
The beauty of letting go lies in the embrace.
Do you know what they call art that is painted on?
Art.
About the Creator
n vash
Chocolate Chip Cookie Enthusiast
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