How are you going to let him control you?
How can you let the person who broke your heart and kicked the pieces around justify your next move?
That is the definition of insanity.
The air you breathe when you are around him is toxic.
It’s chemical-ridden and damning.
It will kill you.
So what do you do?
You run.
You run as far away as you can from that hell-sent soul.
You give yourself the chance to live a lie-free life.
You don’t give him another chance to hit that pretty face of yours.
You get the hell out of there.
However, once you’re free,
The pain is still there.
For years to come, the pieces of your heart that you’ve gathered will come unglued.
But what do you do?
You tuck them aside until you’re strong enough to hold them together.
You will take pride in what you’ve defeated.
All the pain and sadness turn to anger,
And the anger turns into energy,
The same energy you use to accomplish great things.
So how will you let him affect you?
You either continue to soak yourself in his toxicity,
Or you take every piece of bullshit he has ever told you,
And you become the person you’ve always dreamed of.
The Quill 