And we beat them next time. Smiles plastered on our faces like deranged lunatics. Feel everything, but don't let them see the affect they have on you.
Burn to the ground.
Be reborn.
Fly.
This is practice.
Keep telling yourself that. These are levels. With monsters at the end of them. That you learn to beat over time. They hit you, they draw blood. But you learn what to protect for next time. You learn terminology, you understand unsaid words. You make sure
you are secure. You make sure u have ironclad protection. Cut me once, shame on you. Cut me twice - no, no. We're not playing that game. Not anymore.
So we'll call this practice. We'll chalk it up to defeat, but we'll walk away stronger. We'll learn, grow and evolve. We survive.
You cared for one day. That's how long it took you to try and get me back. One day. You cried. You were sad. You might still be. But you stopped trying. That was the extent of your attempts to fix this. One day.
I'm scared about life being shitty - but I expect that. What I'm not prepared for is life giving me everything I want. Because then it can just as easily take it away and I'm at the point of no return.