Move On

my mum says that when wounds are hurting periodically, you’re on the path to healing

but what do I do

when my mouth is filled with hot coal that burns to ash the inner pathways to healing

how do I smile when it falls into my belly burning all the places that the butterflies of his love used to make a home?

I want to be fine, without these constant painful pulls from the insides of my wounds,

I want to survive a full day without this overwhelming urge to stalk him daily, to call him, to break my bleeding body into a sacrifice and offer it as an appeal to him to come back to me

everyone says he’s not worth it: move on.

news flash: the heart isn’t a switch, you can’t just turn it on and off as you, please