Big words - closure, healing, love. Big words that confuses. I don't really know much about Love, and the little I know about closure is not for today. I do know healing, and it is beautiful. It is a process. Time heals they say, and I never believe it. You see, I saw her today, normally if I see anything that reminds me of her - picture, her name, you, me -- I feel this blanket of sadness all over me and it gets hard to breathe, but today, it was calmness, serenity, and smiles. No, I've not forgotten, I don't think I could ever forget the yells and cruel words, but I don't have to remember and dwell on it. I was talking to a weird friend of mine about shit in general and he said he's been waiting for this day, where I'll recognize my stupidness. It is calming, basically a promise of something more today with her, all through the smiles and working and stolen gazes.
This is like a solemn realization that things get better, life gets better, pain fades, dulls into a throb instead of a raging fire. No I'm not the best version of my self, but I'm the better version, the person I've become is not people's favourite and I sincerely, and adoringly don't give two fucks, not even one.
This is healing, and it's beautiful.
December, 2022.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
