ex lovers and unspoken thank yous

Thank you, boy…

For destroying my world — forcing me to realize I had the strength to rebuild it all. 

Brick by brick.

For bringing color back to my black and white world — igniting passions long dormant.

For coaxing me out of my age of innocence and into the adult world — a world where the persistence of ambition is the only way to succeed.

And you are living, breathing proof with your undying, unfailing passion for your dream.

For proving to me the artistry in falling in love, but also for the torture of surrendering the heart.

For showing me the beauty and ecstasy of two people becoming one — for in those moments, I couldn’t have felt more whole.

For breathing life into my eccentricities — and helping me understand they should be embraced, not masked.
 

For letting me go, with my hardest goodbye when I asked you to.

And for asking me to return to you…. the one and only time.

These days, I’m often left trapped in the wonderings of he said she said and how it all adds up in the end.

And the truth is that it doesn’t.

It never will.

But now it doesn’t have to. I know what I felt.

Passion. Happiness. Undying, unconditional love.

Your convoluted words change none of that, and they never will.

For this discovery has led me to perhaps the most important awakening.

I don’t need you anymore.

I don’t need you anymore.

I DON’T NEED YOU ANYMORE