Take One for the Road

One.

I don’t want to cry anymore.

But every time I look at you the burn comes back tenfold. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you. You promised me that you wouldn’t hurt me. Wasn’t that a big laugh?

You did nothing but hurt me.

A few months later when the winter lost its grip and the birds began to sing. Something stirred inside of me. I didn’t have to cry anymore.

I was free.

Free to be frivolous in my own ways. Whereas you just stumbled from one to another thinking that you had it all under control.

But you never will.

Only those that get burnt grow back greener and healthier than before.