To the left. To the left.

Heartbreak is a strange phenomenon.

People experience heartbreak is so many ways. Some cry. Some scream. Some eat. Some sleep. Or a combination of all of the above and more.

My life felt like it was turned upside down at the beginning of the year, right when I was actually letting myself feel the joy and hope of the New Year. I was ready to leave 2015 behind and move forward.

But then a proverbial Molotov cocktail flew into my heart. It shattered me and took everything I thought was “mine forever” away.

Despite having a beautiful, supportive, healthy childhood, I have learned to cope with pain, loss, suffering, and heartbreak in all its facets. You have to learn to cope so the pain doesn’t take you down with it.

So I packed up my life, and moved far away. I was scared, confused, and so, SO hurt. 

Most of the hurt was because I knew I was being lied to. I always know when I’m being lied to. What drives me craziest is when I know I’m being lied to, and I call the liar out, somehow I am the one being called names like “crazy,” “paranoid,” or “dramatic.”

Fuck no.

I listen to my heart, my head, and my gut. And when they all band together and sing in harmony, I know that I’m right. 

I hate being right. Sometimes I wish I really was just making it all up in my head, like a story. Blame it on my writer brain.

But I’m right. 

Today I finally say farewell to any hope I still humored. Any ounce of me that still hoped you might one day realize what you’ve done has evaporated, like tea left over night.

I refuse to believe people are inherently evil. I will always believe people are good, deep down. I will forgive mistakes because no matter what, people are imperfect. 

But once I’ve pegged you for a liar; once you’ve broken all your promises; once you’ve proven me right, please exit stage left.

If I loved you once, I love you still…

…stay the fuck away from me, though.


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