The Best Revenge Is None. Move On And Heal Yourself So You Don’t Become Like The People Who Traumatized

“The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.” — Vladimir Nabokov

“as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.”

— Unknown

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

Poisonous passions

Your love is like a fire,

I felt it burn within,

Yet, that burning,

Dims with each, dying, day.

Your love is like fire, and ice,

Felt, truly, only once, maybe twice.

I fail to feel your love now,

For you set me here and left.

You pushed me. Too far.

Now, I cannot stop myself from falling,

You put me from hell;

I got no glimpse of heaven.

I fail to believe in a god above,

For I don't believe I deserve the pain you bestowed upon me,

Or is it all that I deserve?

The nerve.

Your love, it's like poison...

When I felt it, it burnt.

You burn like fire,

Your flame, blackened.

You burned.

Your wood- turned to ash.

Your flame- died out.

Now, I live without you.

Happier than ever,

Despite the lasting baggage,

No poison. No pain.

Still, my heart stings sometimes,

When I remember those times,

When I was with you,

When you ruined me.

Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Song,"

There is a garden in my heart where you can sleep safely.