It’s an irony.
Convinced me.
Just a little bit more touch of luck.
Exhale.
I can’t imagine a love that was once so strong can turn its back so quickly.
Here, I am.
Working hard to pursue this happiness.
For that, a pat on my shoulder.
Solo applauds could be heard.
I did great.
Shoving a hundred points into my scoreboard,
Anticipating on hearing the checked clatter.
Love seems unfair.
He left, he moved on.
He recovered from the heartaches.
Yet, I know I can do this too.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Loved ones around me often remind me,
Time is ticking,
What are you waiting for?
So many people are tying the knot.
It isn’t as simple.
Yearning to spend a lifetime with you.
Eager to open my little pockets of love,
Wanting to build a beautiful journey together.
Giving my best love.
Guess, that’s not your plan.
I’m not part of your plan.
The word togetherness never exists between us.
Did I regret?
It’s too late.
Trying to comfort myself.
Away from everyone.
Run. Run. I’m lost.
Pick myself up again.
Comfort myself.
Telling myself,
Give time, time.
With time, the wound heals.
Being single isn’t awful.
Count my blessings.
I packed my bag, wearing my favorite white sneakers.
Plugged in my earpiece,
Blast my playlist.
Go on a trip.
Watch a movie.
I will look for my joy.
It starts with me, within me.
Somewhere within myself.
First, undo.
Then, redo.
Undo the feeling of hurt,
Redo by loving myself first.
That’s how I declutter my clogged mind.
It’s all over.
It’s not within my control.
What I can do best for myself, is to
Put down the past.
All the love that I craved from you.
All the senses ignited when I’m with you.
All the arguments, laughter, tears.
The wishes and promises made,
All those times without an end.
Acknowledge those were a great time,
Those were the past.
Moving on, moving forward.
Soul searching in the progress.
Chilling my mind.
Digging further.
Grasping the concept of self-love.
Day by day,
It is possible.
It doesn’t have to end horribly.
Love scars will heal,
When you first acknowledge your own worth.
Then, the right person will appear.
It’s not a vicious cycle.
Relationship after relationship.
Let’s not self — deceived ourselves.
Seeking love within ourselves is much more achievable than looking for someone to fill it up for you.
When your cup is filled with water,
It is able to vibrate,
Giving off vibes and impact others.
Without water,
Your glass vibrates and shatters.
I love you.
I wish the best for you.
Every single day,
As I breathe,
I said to myself,
I am worthy.
I love myself.
There’s only one me,
Appreciate yourself, be me.
Always grateful.
Exhale.
