The bed doesn't feel warm anymore,
but it doesnt matter, because I'm getting used to it being cold.
My heart doesn't ache for you anymore, and that's fine because it can only hurt for so long.
It was time for me to grow, to glow, to behold. I am beauty, I am love, I am happines, and I can finally say I am whole.
YOU ARE READING
Words of Oblivion
Poetry"Do what is healing to your spirit, and without effort you will bring the world healing in return." -Alan Cohen
