One Day

One day I won't be writing about you anymore. At least I hope that's how it happens. I hope one day I write these words and every single one does not loop around your name.
One day, these words won't be bleeding, they won't be soaked in the pain of losing you.
One day I'll write of other things and not of the time I lost my whole heart and everything else. I won't still feel you reaching in, ripping me into a different person.
 
But that's not the part that hurt ...  
The part that hurt the most was you walking away like I was nothing but a stranger who was never worth your time.
 
One day, the pain of that won't be carved into my bones so deep, I double over.  
One day, I'm going to write without letting the words destroy me.  
One day, when people say my words are amazing, I'll just say " thank you " without thinking how much it had to hurt to be this amazing.  
One day, maybe these words will just be words ... And they won't be a recollection of every wound of me with you.
 
One day, I'm going to be okay, despite you, and in spite of me, all my words will still be beautiful, without you, and without this hurt.