metaphorgirl

after you left, i found new ways to love myself again—

i treated my wounded heart with gentleness,

braided the sadness into knots,

beaded the betrayal into hope,

danced instead of cried,

greeted every stranger with a smile,

woke up earlier,

ate all three meals,

and i prayed…

prayed so hard,

prayed you were sorry,

prayed that you missed me,

prayed you’d come back—

come back as a changed man

one who loved instead lusted,

one who slayed my dragons,

one who stayed,

one who never left,

one who never gave me new ways to hate myself again.