Grieving something you’re not quite sure you’ve lost yet is a terrible kind of limbo… I’ve always had a thing for “closure” Not because it helps with healing - Growing taught me not all wounds heal with whispered pleas or contrite knees But maybe because I can be impossibly optimistic with the people I love. I am kinder with my speech, Bite my tongue on rebuke Quell doubts with rose-coloured projections into the future, I am “agreeable” Slower to anger, Able to bear much, Carry the weight of neglect. Adjusting to convenience, White-knuckles from holding on, I erect pedestals. Sometimes an end is an end. Whether it leaves trailing wisps of memory that land softly and tug at your heartstrings Or booming expressions of fickle love performed to dazzle. Sometimes an end is an end,...
This girl holds half the sky in her big hands. She may not know it yet, and she may not believe it yet, but she is light, and the darkness has nowhere to hide.