It feels like the end of the world.

Like every step was in the wrong direction,

and you're not as good as you thought you were.

You'll never pay attention to your heart until it is broken,

you'll feel its presence and power at the same time,

all because of that one moment

that changed things forever.

Never dig a hole you can't escape from,

never tear apart the pieces of you that he couldn't understand,

because they would have been used to add to his collection of souvenirs.

You are a collectible worth more than another step on his ladder.

Sometimes it hurts more than you can understand,

and that's okay, because it's learning to breathe without him,

again.

You are a woman created to create life,

where things have died,

even within yourself.

But it's okay to feel like every thought is linked to him,

sending crushing waves of confusion to your heart.

It's wiping away all the hurt in the process,

pumping a stronger you into your veins, thought by thought.

Never let a man remove the jewels from your divinely created crown,

to feel strong enough to carry the weight of who you truly are.