Signed, sealed, delivered—following my brain instead of my heart this time. Looks like your part in my story is over, love.
December 13, 2017
I never got the chance to read it to you, but there’s a Warsan Shire poem that beautifully captures how I felt about you when we were seeing each other. It’s probably neither here nor there for us now, but I suppose sometimes everyone needs to know that despite our faults, someone out there would happily continue to choose us every day.
“Come with every wound and every woman you’ve ever loved;
Every lie you’ve ever told and whatever it is that keeps you up at night;
Every mouth you’ve punched in and all the blood you’ve ever tasted.
Come with every enemy you’ve ever made and all the family you’ve ever buried
And every dirty thing you’ve ever done.
Every drink that’s ever burned your throat and every morning you’ve woken with
Nothing and no one.
Come with all your lies, your regrets, sins, memories, blackouts, secrets.
Come with all your shame; come with your swollen heart.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”
I hope you find what you’re looking for—if not in a woman, then at least peace within yourself. Maybe someday, I will too.