Let There Be No More.

The notion that there is someone out there who fits all our broken pieces perfectly is a very realistic one, but what we're never told is the fact that sometimes we meet that person and have to let them go. For whatever the reason, we consolidate, and we realize not only will we never love that way again, we will possibly never love again. And that's when we tell ourselves - No More. 

Let there be no sadness.
As I sob uncontrollably, gasping for air and clutching my chest, let me remember that there will be better days ahead.

Let there be no anger.
As I bite my lip and dig my fingers deep into my skin to restrain myself from giving into the pain, let me remember kindness & gentleness.

Let there be love.
As I let your hand go & you take with you the remnants of my heart to do with them what you will, may you always remember that I love you with everything I have and will continue to do so from a distance. 

Let there be no more. 
For you were the last, the unexpected and the one who breathed life into a jaded soul, that will now fortify its walls, protecting the hollowness within. 

Let there be no more. 
No more. 

- SB
1.56am, 23rd September 2016
Ghetto HQ




SB is a conflicted soul of sorts, who is mad enough to go chase after what she really loves as opposed to conform to society and her mother's idea of a successful person. She prays she makes it in life, because she will not be able to tolerate the nagging that would follow if she doesn't. Her inspiration comes from everything around her, as well as made up situations in her head. Good luck distinguishing between the two. 

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