Lit And On Fire

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Someday you will run, not AWAY, but TO... Here's to the times you wished for rain so you could cry unnoticed, for the train to rumble by so no one would hear your heart shatter, and for the day to be over so you could crawl back into bed and sleep your sadness away. Here's to all the emails and photos you deleted, the text messages you didn't read, and the calls you ignored; every single one a reminder of a life you once had and loved. Here's to the words you wished were not spoken and those you hoped were; each one a knife that cut you open, over and over with every remembering. Here's to the days you lost yourself, the hours you wish you could take back; every conversation like fingernails on a chalkboard, every memory an attack. Here's to you and all your tears, all the empty promises, regrets, and fears; all of the accusations and sarcastic comments, the bored responses and yawns; each one a wound over scars that have not completely...

Let it happen, child. Dear Child, In all candor and brutal honesty, I'm here to tell you that when you're hurt by someone close to you, the tears won't stop right away and the pain will keep you awake at night for days. It will get worse before it gets better. And through the years, no matter how many times you go through the same process, it does not get easier. It sounds dire because it is, but it's also the only way you turn out the way you should. The mistakes? You will make them again. And again. And again. Because you are stubborn until you are not. The consequences won't be pretty, in fact, they are so bad they'll make you want to turn back the clock one second before you did what you did. I wish I could say you will not regret them every time you remember; but you will and that (regret), too, is important. The unguarded moments of laughter, snippets of adventure, the occasions you feel alive will be countless and the episod...