Temporary.

How does one realize a person was temporary? When does your stomach stop aching from anxiety as you watch them disappear? I sit and stare at the door wishing I’d see it turn. But when it does, my heart stops knowing you’re going to to vanish once again.

I didn’t wait three years to say goodbye to the person that was my heart’s keeper. What do I do with it now? It’s left in my hand, pieces falling as I don’t know what to do. You were the protector and the guardian. Now you’re the invader.

 

I thought forever was a promise, but just like you it was temporary.

-Fire.

My reality.

I decided to publish my thoughts and the realities I go through. Early twenties are supposed to be the highlight of my life, right? Instead, I am going through a symbolic divorce. Accounting 101 didn’t prepare me for this. But instead of holding this in, I am taking control of my life and showing the world I’m that bitch.

Here, I am myself and those that read this I hope you can connect to my pieces. They may not be for you but this is my journey to finding who I am. Post college, post breakup, and post innocence.

Call me Fire. Or Water. Depending how I interpret each blog.

Fire. Water. Both?Heart in Fire and Water