Letting Go Is an Acquired Taste

by Christina Hart

The first step is forced, and every step after is felt.

I was holding on to you. I was holding on to us. And it was killing me.

One can only dig their own grave for so long. Eventually you hit bottom and decide whether you want to get in now or later.

To sum it all up, he taught me two things: I am still not good enough, and I am too good for him.

One day I will shatter hearts with all the stones they threw at me.

My body has become a tomb and I am learning how to unfeel all the hands that touched me that were not yours.

It’s so much easier being alone. I know the ways I can hurt me.

There are only so many ways you can tell someone you love them until it finally sinks in that they just don’t want to hear it.