June 28, 2015

You Didn’t Break me, you Made me Stronger.

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I was madly and chaotically in love with you. Charmed by your every move.

I fearlessly fell into love and abandoned all traces of sanity along the way.

I trusted you. Though more than anything, I wanted to love you. Deeply.

I believed you were more than I had ever wanted, an enchanting fairytale, a far-fetched dream, a mesmerising wish-come-true.

I was naïve when we met, though, and I was hopelessly treacherous with my heart.

I am wild. Fearless. Free. And you couldn’t handle that.

You wanted us to fit into a pretty box and be carefully bound with ribbons, so our love would be safe. Secure. Captured.

But, safety has never interested me. I live on the edge, and although it is precarious the exhilarating view leaves me breathless. I was not willing to fall victim and suffocate, caught up in your plan.

I frustrated you, so you desperately wanted me to fall—hard. And it had nothing to do with love.

My courage petrified you. My careless spirit was a threat. It made you question yourself. Our differences tore at you and left you bewildered.

I was a challenge. A puzzle you wanted to smash.

Our love became a bitter game that neither of us could win.

Like a powerful magnet you pushed me away or you pulled me in tight, we never could find a balance.

Because you did not understand me, you feared me. So you believed your only option was to bring me down. Painfully.

You thought that if you pushed hard enough, I would lose my grip, stumble, free fall, land and break. Crack. Crumble. Be shot to pieces so you could sweep me up and place me under an old dusty rug.

So I could be forgotten. So I could never be free.

Your love became a weapon for internal destruction—your target was my soul, you wanted it stored in a crackled glass jar so you could dissect it and find what was missing in you.

We were not so different. Apart from the fact that you lived in fear while I disregarded it and cast it aside.

I thought if I loved you madly enough you would see there was no need to clip my wings. I didn’t want to fly anywhere.

My God, I was wrong.

You were cold on the inside. You believed you could tear me open, steal my glow and the radiation would warm your bones.

You didn’t care for me. You cared for you.

It took me a while to recognise that I was a mystery to you, and one you seemed to despise.

Your words cut me deep, they still resound, but your inability to love yourself wounded me more.

You didn’t destroy me when you tore me apart.

I trembled, I shook, I paused for too long.

But, I eventually leaped and stretched out my wings and finally learned how to fly.

I would have died had I stayed a moment longer.

In trying to break me, you made me stronger.

I now smile at the damage you caused. Only because it shows me how far I have flown.

The nightmares have ceased, the haunting has gone, all that is left are the whispers of a love that we lost.

I am not angry at you.

I am grateful.

You helped me to see I was strong, and that I had courage.

I am who I am not because of who you are—because I found the strength to step off the edge, to never look back, to trust in myself, and the sense to never return.

I unchained my wings, fluttered a little, inhaled and remembered I was delicate and sensitive, though tough and wild. I need to be free and though you were intoxicating, seductive and charming, you were devastating too, and I could never allow you to destruct or destroy me.

You were a dangerous path I needed to cross. A tragic and torturous carousel wheel that finally came to a stop.

In trying to break me, you made yourself weaker. And despite your venom and anger, you made me stronger.

Your curses and spells dramatically failed.


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Author: Alex Myles

Editor: Emily Bartran

Photo: Helmuts Guigo/Flickr

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