Rylie Borden

Even on the days when I don’t want to love you, I do. Even when I’m screaming at the stars, telling whoever is up there to take away this feeling, it never goes away.

It’s never easy, but if you’ve already left your abuser, you’ve done the hardest part. But now that you’re dealing with the aftermath, how do you heal?

Love doesn’t magically disappear in a day, although sometimes we wish it would.

Guilt may be one of the most overlooked yet most active symptoms of PTSD there is.

Your life began before you met them, and will continue long after they’re gone.

For so long, I thought my happy ending was riding off into the sunset, your hand in mine. Turns out the real happy ending is in finding my peace without you.

The emptiness of losing something so strong is overwhelming. The absence Is deafening.

It’s still heartbreaking to me, how much love we let go to waste.

I’ve tried finding myself again. I tried turning this heartache into a journey of self-discovery that I could someday tell my daughter about when her first love rips her heart from her chest. But I couldn’t. 

I’m weeding out every last bit of you. My garden will no longer be contaminated by your abuse, your lies, your harsh words.

As incredible as it is that we’re finally celebrating our LGBT community with an entire month, it’s unacceptable that we’re forgetting where it began.

Flowers don’t just start out in full bloom; they take the rain and the sun and turn them into something beautiful.

Even when it’s small, you’re a small step farther than you were earlier. 

I never thought I’d thank you for breaking my heart, for destroying my soul.

I was naïve to fall in love with you so quickly, so unconditionally.

It makes me wonder, reliving those moments, did you ever mean any of it?

Please don’t text me. Because if you do I’ll text you back. If you do, I’ll come over, with no hesitation.

You lost the best thing you could’ve gotten in this life, and you have no one to blame but yourself.