Chandni Patel

There was something different this time around. There was no rush, no fear, no desperation that comes with wanting someone so badly and possibly not having it work out.

I know you don’t like your nose
Or the way you think your hips flare out a bit too much at the sides
I know you think you can’t wear certain items of clothing
You’re mostly trying to hide

You were never meant to hear the sounds of my soul
Or the stories crammed into my brain
So as I said my final farewell to your memory,
And my fingernails had stopped bleeding from scrubbing myself clean of you

It will not always be beautiful
It will not “fix” me or the parts of myself that I need to fix myself
It will not save me from anything
Because we are meant to be our own heroes

If I could have given you anything, it would have been a day in my life, only so you’d never forget how magnificent you really are and how magnificent you’ll always remain.

Give into the reality on some nights and look back at old memories. Be cognizant of the fact that they deserve better than the broken pieces that both of you could not put back together. Slowly come to terms with the fact that they will not be coming back, that maybe they shouldn’t be coming back, and so you must stop waiting.