To the men
that made me tussle with my heart
To you who I
love with every being in me
You who love
bombed me enough for me to stay over the years
To you who
bread crumbed me into a place my heart would not take any more
To you for
whom, I prayed for more than I prayed for myself
For you who
was the holder of my firsts
For you… for
whom staying in faith of your love showing up, would be a betrayal of myself.
Yet I kept
coming back to you…Until the pain of loving you would be the cause of my
insanity.
To you who
gave me feels of Lolita
To you who in
the bosom of your embrace I questioned my morals
You who gave
me joy and emptiness in every experiences
You who
taught me that absence can certainly mean letting go
You who in
having you, taught me how to choose myself
To the one
who dropped my heart with no sense of fragility
To the one
who for a very long while let my faith run wild
To the one
who never thought of the pieces left to be picked
Yet I do not
hate you for it
My love takes
no prisoners
I am still
here picking up the pieces and polishing my heart.
I am here
rebuilding the little corners within that carry darkness…
A darkness
you left.
I am pained
and yet my healing is in forgiving you
In letting
you go…I will find my freedom to love yet again.
