Dedication
To the woman who missed someone so much,
it hollowed out her f*****g insides.
To the woman who saved up her tears for the shower,
where no one could hear her cry.
To the woman who fell to her knees
over a song, a scent, a photograph.
To the woman who stood alone at the witching hour,
forehead pressed to the window,
wondering how the f**k it’d even happened.
To the woman who didn’t know
if she could drag herself up off the floor
to face another day.
I see you, you f*****g goddess.
I’ve always seen you.
You were never alone.
Just because you fell apart
doesn’t mean you’re broken.
So, scream if you have to.
Cry.
Shatter.
Fucking feel it.
You’re still the baddest b***h.
This story is for you.