honey, i'm healing | poetry and prose

v. peeling back the layers

i learned heartbreak secondhand from my mother's silent tears and locked door conferences. my knowledge of self-worth too is a hand me down. i learned there is such a thing as staying too long, even when the place you occupied was once your home. that you cannot help those who don't coming crying to you for it because they don't see themselves a wounded until you've abandoned them. until you've set yourself free. all they can see is the knife you had to set in this back to flee instead of all the holes they left on yours due to their trauma. due to their greed. you cannot find purpose in another person. you cannot find respect in them either. i've seen what bitter love tastes like. i know when a relationship has become stale. i guess what i'm saying is: i've had the loves of my life ripped from my fingers and i've had my heart sown back together. i'm not looking for somebody to make light of my demons i just need you to sit with me in my darkness. i just need you to remind me that once again, the sun will rise.