maybe five or ten years from now,

i’ll be able to think logically about what happened.

maybe i won’t dwell on my experiences with you,

and i’ll be able to trust without over thinking

every little detail and i’ll be able to laugh with

sincerity. maybe i’ll be okay to be alone with someone

even if he reminds me of you. and maybe just maybe,

i’ll find happiness with someone who treats me the

way i should have been treated. i’ll be okay again

and i won’t have to worry about finding a new you. 

— the bruises she left didn’t stop at my skin, they spread to my head and heart and they’re still bleeding, but it’s slowing down. i just need to stop going back and getting wounded more.