Something hurt, and something broke, and something completely shattered.
I cut my hand on the shards, and I bandaged what had broken.
I had nothing for the hurt.
I read that there was no bravery in that.
But there was bravery in letting it go and saying goodbye.
Maybe I got confused in what hurt. Maybe I got confused on what to say goodbye to.
The words tattooed themselves onto my lips and those were the only words I ever got comfortable in saying.
I can let you go. I can move on. I can be alone.
So, here I am: alone.
But there’s no bravery in hurt.
So what can I say goodbye to?