Part of Pain in the Pretty

You can’t take the sky away from me.

I thought it was dorky at first,

Some random non sensical quote to sell a tshirt.

And then I got it,

And I awhnned inside.

I’ve have a tough year, probably one of the hardest of my life.

My best friend and guy I was sort of “dating” cheated on me behind my back.

I told my father I knew he molested me.

My family called me a liar.

I stopped believing in myself.

I’ve fantasized about suicide. Like planning my will.

As if having things that I leave behind covers everyone is the most troubling issue.

I stopped talking to a guy who was my go to emotional crutch, but who really made me weaker.

I lost all my money trying to cover school and living in the city.

I lost my ability to want to pursue a career that I’d enjoy (even if it pays nothing).

I lost a stepmom as a friend.

So much.

I am honestly surprised I’m still alive.

But I hear a song,

Or I see love happening in front of my eyes over the room

Or I read a phrase that reminds me to dream big

“You can’t take the sky from me,”

and I can’t help it

I awhnn inside.

There is a reason they called beauty “exquisite,"

there is a part of pain in the pretty.