The
day you left,
you swore I was over.
The words you said,
you thought would break me in two.
The smile you wore,
you could've bet would kill me.
And maybe then,
it was so.
But I'm done living
in your story.
I am the writer of my own destiny,
and just because you are no longer in it
does not mean that I am destroyed and over.
Oh no, on the contrary
this is just the beginning