becoming.

by Renaada Williams

being with someone else doesn't always symbolize a new start.

you are the prettiest bouquet of dying flowers i have ever seen.

we have been back at square one at least one hundred times already. - starting over

i'm sorry sounds a lot like forgive me but, its really meant to mean ill do it again.

i decided i didn't want to be a pawn anymore but how else would i win if i didn't sacrifice pieces of myself. - love in the name of chess

when you left i didn't cry because i was broken i cried because i survived

because scattered or not they didn't belong to you and they would have found their way back to me anyway.

you told me to swallow my tongue not literally of course but you made it impossible to speak without being interrupted without sounding like i was not smart enough without ever feeling like you were listening and so, i ate it.

and just like that e v e r y t h i n g about you suddenly changed the way you looked the way you talked and even your actions because i no longer cared.

treating someone the way they treated you doesn't prove how badly you were hurt instead, it'll prove how long it takes for you to heal.

you do not feel this bad on your own. learn to hold people accountable for how they make you feel.

i don't want to remember the pain h o w e v e r i also don't want to forget