Be Alright – Dean Lewis

They promised to love each other forever,

which of course, in a long time, didn’t at all, endure the jerking-off of time and tides.

Long story short — He left her for another girl.

That full of $#!+, pathological liar.

 

He robbed her from bones to the thinnest of her skin,

and sucked all the winds away from her wings,

and black-holed all the lights dry, far faraway from her poor, heavy life,

suffocating,… killing her trust-ship wide-open, wide naked! Alive!

 

But, like all living wounds would heal someday,

like all sufferings would eventually sublimate one day.

She will too.

 

And it won’t be because of some vapid, woo-woo magic wand,

let alone one liner, cheaper than the table salt — wordporn shams.

It won’t be because of someone with a big mouth, full of sophisticated advices and pity craps;

It sure won’t be because of any rational poetry, or songs or gratitude ka-ta, et cetera.

 

She will.

She would’ve,

only,

and only,

purely,

b.e.c.a.u.s.e of her WILL.

Taking from US President Mr. Lincoln:  For herself. To herself. By herself.

 

p.s., break ups crack open the beauty in the devil. It’s true as gravity to say, break up seldom break you up.