Thursday, March 4, 2010
works of magic
you cut me and broke me, and you made be better
you are like a drug,
and you worked your magic,
by bringing me up
but like a drug,
your magic runs out,
and i fall down,
with you no longer there to extend your hand,
and pull me up
you are like a drug,
but i've learnt how to live without you
because life is not about how strong i am on the ground,
but rather,
how strong i am able to stand up by myself
and continue living, laughing, and loving,
even more than before
i am grateful that you have taught me how to heal by myself,
and brought magic nevertheless,
coloring my days with so many butterflies,
and teaching me more than i could've ever taught myself in a lifetime,
because right now,
i can finally let myself remember you
because it just doesn't hurt anymore.
i love you most ardently, 8:32 PM.
