#wordpower
If you lovesomeoneshowing is better than just telling it.
If you don’t love them anymore, telling is better than showing it.
Not everyone you love will stay.
Not everyone you trust will be loyal.
Some people only exist as examples of what to avoid.
what it looks like to move on
it’s catching your tears as they fall,
or better yet not having to cry at all until 10 pm.
it’s staying a little longer at the party even though you may see him
(not to be confused with staying for him).
it’s refusing to stay in bed
as you say no to the toxic thoughts in your head.
it’s still allowing yourself to spend time alone,
because there were things left unsaid,
that only you know.
but there’s a danger in doing that in your own home.
behind shutters and locked doors,
the unsaid words will become one with the floor boards,
asking to be walked on.instead be alone on the lawn.
on picnic tables,
humming songs
on drives with the windows down.
you need to invite the town
into your heartache-
because their love is the only way you will move on.moving on doesn’t mean you can’t think about him,
it doesn’t mean you’re any less thin
from the meals you didn’t eat.
it doesn’t mean you don’t look for him in every empty seat,
darting your eyes across the room,
wondering:
where is he.it is okay if your heart is still shaking,
if it feels like bits of you are breaking off with each day.
God meant for you to feel this way
so he could shape you:
adding wheels and an engine,
making you into something
that can move on-MO
what it looks like to move on
it’s catching your tears as they fall,
or better yet not having to cry at all until 10 pm.
it’s staying a little longer at the party even though you may see him
(not to be confused with staying for him).
it’s refusing to stay in bed
as you say no to the toxic thoughts in your head.
it’s still allowing yourself to spend time alone,
because there were things left unsaid,
that only you know.
but there’s a danger in doing that in your own home.
behind shutters and locked doors,
the unsaid words will become one with the floor boards,
asking to be walked on.
instead be alone on the lawn.
on picnic tables,
humming songs
on drives with the windows down.
you need to invite the town
into your heartache-
because their love is the only way you will move on.
moving on doesn’t mean you can’t think about him,
it doesn’t mean you’re any less thin
from the meals you didn’t eat.
it doesn’t mean you don’t look for him in every empty seat,
darting your eyes across the room,
wondering:
where is he.
it is okay if your heart is still shaking,
if it feels like bits of you are breaking off with each day.
God meant for you to feel this way
so he could shape you:
adding wheels and an engine,
making you into something
that can move on
-MO
