how the words come

By catarinehancock

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"this is the poetry that has come from finally realizing it is okay to be okay but also not okay at the same... More

praise for 'how the words come'
foreword
dear you
apology
apology, pt. 2
emotional abuse (TW)
switch
a dream #1
haunting
dictionary definition
the simple truth
the seven deadly sins
predictable
the truth is you're not fucking helping
passenger
questions i hope they ask (TW)
the reason why
a dream, #2
xanthophyll
when i'm old
the broken girls
you didn't want to bother with the rough parts of me
the damage this shit does
it's not a good time to talk about it
i should've seen it coming
instapoet
collide
light
users
a dream, #3
i keep saying i'll stop writing about you but trauma doesn't work like that
on having a seemingly overbearing fear of being sexually assaulted
untitled
don't you dare blame me
sometimes you even ruin music for me
clutch
part of the problem
the story i have to tell (vs. the one i wish i got)
budget cuts
at the root of this
gravedigger
you broke my mother's heart too
swallow / bite / bleed / die
realization
forgive and forget
a dream, #4
you were supposed to be here
the 'what about's
why we didn't work
i have to learn to be okay with this
this is the saddest part of healing
matchstick
a double-edged sword
landmine
among the gray
in between the lines
for you
10 facts about abusive relationships (what i wish i'd known)
when we see each other again
the boy in the corner of the coffee shop
i am managing
how i learned to love myself
women can be both, you know
the girl in the booth in the coffee shop
the story of this broken girl
goddess
the beginning of the couple in the corner of the coffee shop
girls
you
i'll have a caramel macchiato / the couple in the corner of the coffee shop
cadential
life
bloom
how the words come
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dear you, epilogue

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By catarinehancock

yesterday, we had a conversation. and for the first time, i didn't scramble to get out of it. i didn't feel my heart drop through my stomach, i didn't feel red creeping into the corners of my vision. i almost forgot it was you that i was talking to.

and i think that's a milestone. a big one, really. because for the first time, you didn't make me scared, or hurt, or angry. i wasn't reminded of everything wrong about us every time you texted me back. at one point, you said something funny, and i laughed to myself. i genuinely laughed. i can't recall the last time i laughed because of you.

this year may be the last year that i write about you. this may be the last time you are the spark behind this poetry.

i want to write about happier things now. i want to write more about him and all the joy he brings me, and less about you, and the darkness you shrouded me in. and i really believe that by the end of this year, i will be able to.

if you ignored my warning at the beginning of this book, and read it anyway, then here is my real final message to you:

i forgive you.

i have said all there is to say, and i forgive you.

not because you asked for it, but because i finally can.

and i know i can, because yesterday, we had a conversation,

and it didn't kill me. not in the slightest.

yesterday, we had a conversation, and it was almost as if all the bad had never happened. i felt like i was merely talking to a friend.

after it was over, i went about my day and didn't even think twice about what had happened.

today, when i woke up, the anger was gone. all the rage that had settled inside of me had burned to nothing.

so i forgive you, finally. i forgive you for all of it.

i always said i wanted to just forget about you, but i know i'll never be able to. you will always be here, with me, and i'm okay with that, now.

i just want you to know that. 

and i want you to know that i don't regret you. not the good times, or the nasty ones. i don't regret a single second of it.

because when it comes down to it, i had loved you more than anything. and i know that in some way, you had loved me too. it wasn't the right way, or the kindest way, but it was something.

you can let go of the weight now. i know i have. you don't have to let it follow you around anymore.

yesterday, we had a conversation, and i learned then that this is what letting go of something feels like. this is how faded scars feel.

so let go of me.

it's okay.

i promise.

-c.h.

~

and that concludes the sample of this book! the full collection is released TODAY!!! you'll be able to get it on amazon for only $13.00, and eventually it will be on barnes and noble, book depository, etc.

i hope you all enjoyed this collection, and decide to buy the full one!

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