I have done ridiculous and radical things to stay open. Thrown food. Pushed. Slapped. Sobbed. Stuffed Twinkies in my mouth with a stranger at midnight.
My love could never relinquish the monster. Unless the man was ready to permanently remove the beast from himself, I could never have one without the other.
Brokenhearted girl,
what feels like the end is only the start of
something even better.
Unclench your fists,
Open your hands,
and watch everything that feels like it's falling apart
put you back together.
My observations have led me to know for a fact that I do not want to worship the moon nor give it any of my power despite the trend to do so right now.