Thank You For Setting Me Free. For Choosing To Let Go. For Giving Up On Me. You Know How I Broke The

Thank you for setting me free. For choosing to let go. For giving up on me. You know how I broke the moment your footsteps died in the hall. Tore my heart out when the truth that we’re finally over dawned. I was desperate, crying for hours over a love I thought would last. For weeks I kept imploring the gods. In grief, I was begging you to come back.

Then suddenly, I was no longer grieving. Suddenly, I was no longer pained. Suddenly, I was no longer mumbling your name.

For in the darkness, he found me. Brave as Lochinvar, he took my hand. Suddenly, I am looking at the sunset. Suddenly, I notice his eyes are golden. Suddenly he becomes my one and only. Suddenly, he means the world to me.

-He means the world to me,

Katie, 20:00

Someday I'll stop hurting

The wounds I wear today

Will finally close

As I turn the pages

Of my book

I am the hero

That you took

Advantage of

I will rise

And stop hurting

You will watch me

A child outgrowing

All your insecurities

And the bottle

Where you store

All sweet nothings

That used to lure

Me into believing

In empty phrases

I will not fit in there

Anymore

So I need

To revolutionize

My thoughts

Free myself

From your tentacles

That bind me to a story

Which plot

No longer appeal

To my

Metamorphosing

Soul

a time to heal,

katie, a time to heal

Wave crashes

Against the halcyon shore

Sweeping the silvery beach

A lover coming home

Only to leave again

It never stays

Like the moon that fades

To give way to the day

I watch your face beam

As the sun kisses it

Feel my heart aches

For I can only stare at it

Such a tragedy that I

I fell in love with the moon

That no matter how I yearn

I won't hold it like my own

For just like the sun,

I can only hope to rise soon

Maybe sooner than I used to

So I can catch your light at dawn

But I would run extra miles

You and I won't still collide

So I whisper to the stars

Baby I'm halfway home

-halfway home (I fell in love with the 🌙 )

Katie, 23:00

If I will allow

My lips

To speak

The words

I should have spoken

Long ago

You would cry

You would try

To take me into

Your arms

And console

My anguished soul

You would rub my back

Kiss my forehead

After that

You would be proud

Of how

I managed

To take the pen

And wrote

A better storyline

For myself

-better storyline,

Katie, 19:50

Ours is not a romance. It is a tragedy. History made it so. Not to tell a lesson. But to make people feel...feel something. Love is not always good for the heart. It is not always butterflies in the stomach, or a bouquet of freshly picked roses. It is a game that we have to play sometimes. Even though the rules are not always fair and you have to die a death you don't deserve to give life to the other. You can't complain. Nor file an appeal. That's not how it works. For the jury, it doesn't always give its verdict in favor of the hopeless romantic. The judge passes your sentence with the pound of his gavel. And the next thing you know, you're being thrown in a faraway dungeon. No, it is not a romance at all. History has its own messy twists, don't you think? And love...it is not always blissful. So if you have to drink from that cup, make sure you are capable of enduring unspeakable things. For that's the essense of everything love has ever put forth for the sake of its own godly name.

-Love isn't always good for the hopeless romantic,

Katie, 20:00