To You.

To You; Fly Away.

So many words have been made known by the presence of my tears. Salty and bitterness filled my mouth, representing how I felt as I traced my hands over the scar on my heart.

I desperately wished that it would go away, as well as the fleeing thoughts of you. The thoughts that would keep me up at night and numb me. For what felt like forever, this endless cycle of sorrow is what I called my life.

I lived as a girl who had a stab wound in her beautiful and radiant white wings.

One who wanted other people to feel the same anger and frustration she did. Not out of hatred, but as a desperate want to be understood. I wanted someone to understand the pain I felt as I was crumbled up and thrown aside by you. The body crippling, enteral gnawing as heartbreak entered my heart and severed my wings.

This wish was and will never be fulfilled.

On my lonesome, I gathered myself up and aided to my wounds, mentally and physically. I found comfort in my cocoon, and there I resided for a while. Eventually, when my wings were whole once again, I broke out to see that the whole world was waiting for me.

That’s when I understood that some battles have to be fought alone. It was at that moment when I sympathized with you. From then on, I promised myself that I would let you go through your own healing process, just as I had just completed.

Though I did have regret for how things ended, I greatly appreciate the lessons that you taught me. Knowing this, I exited my cocoon and spread my wings. As I flew away, the memories of you slowly faded into the distant past. This is when I found my freedom.