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I love the feeling that comes with moving on.
No longer
Am I divided between two places
Caught somewhere between where I am
And where I want to be,
Niether here nor there.
But stuck halfway.
But no more.
The time of division
Where my emotions are spread thin
Between myself and another
Are over.
My heart is again all my own,
No longer fragmented.
Belonging half to me,
But mostly to him.
I no longer suffer insomnia.
My sleepless nights are at end.
My mind is clear,
Not driven by worry and doubt.
Allowing me to close my eyes,
Without your image staring me down.
I complete myself,
With no need for someone’s touch
To convince me I am real.
I can hold my head up high,
And breathe.
Now knowing that all I’ll ever need
Is me.
Was it hard?” I ask.
Letting go?”
Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn’t real.
Lisa Schroeder (via feellng)(via saltydreams)
