Thursday, June 12, 2014

To a friend, after a heartbreak

“I mean you ask me 

not to fall in love with you 

and then you go write poems
 
with your tongue 
and draw constellations 

in my freckles.”
Clementine Von Radics

When you tell him that you love him and he hesitates.
Do not make excuses for him. Do not rationalize why he doesn't love you like you do. Do not quote reasons why men can't express their feelings. When he tells you you're too good for him, believe him. When he says that he doesn't want to hurt you, nod. Don't cry. Let him say his piece. Stare at the mole on his face. If you concentrate hard enough your eyes won't betray you. When he says he doesn't want to be with you anymore, nod, walk him to the door, when he asks if you're alright, nod again. When he kisses you goodnight in places where the sun cannot see, let him. Savour it. This is going to be the last time his tongue will sing praises about the beauty you are.
When he finally leaves, collapse on your bed and cry, my friend. Because a love ending, even a one sided love, is reason enough to empty out your soul and weep.

I want to write you something that will heal you and make you forget but you have to go through the mechanics of break up. First you cry, then you call, then you bargain with God, then with him, maybe try fasting, Ramadan is on the way maybe give that a go?
Then your pride will kick in and you will delete his number and block him and just hold him in your memories where the only things you'll remember are the good days - not the day he yelled at you and made you feel unworthy. 
And the rejection will hurt most of all because you're beautiful and giving and amazing and how could he not want you? How could he not want to read the end of this gorgeous piece of literature you are?

Art is subjective, my friend and also he's obviously an idiot. But you are too woman for him. Too giving and loving and too filled with dreams of the future and ambition. You are worthy beyond words to be loved but not by a boy. Not by someone you have to make better, not by a boy who wants to put you through the ringer and then stands on your battered heart to call himself a man.
You deserve to be loved by a flawed man who is willing to compromise and stay and work at it and love you as much as he possibly can.

So cry and cry and cry and then move on to something worthy. Better things will come. Better people will come. And you will be better for it.

So, when you wake up in the middle of the night with an urge to call him, go back to sleep, don't let this undeserving boy be the moon to your ocean tides.

love, 
leggy.

7 comments:

Choi Mi Ra said...

Dear leggy,

I may not be your friend but I would just like to say thank you for this post. It couldn't have come at a better time. My heart is still hurting and mending and I am sure I shall soon be okay. Unfortunately for me, my tears take too long to come, but I know when they do they shall wash it all away and leave me with a breath of fresh air.

Meera xx!!
http://giirlmeetsworld.blogspot.com/

24yearOldTeEnAgeR said...

I know how this feels and although as it happened i couldn't possibly understand the truth to these words, in retrospect they are apt.

Lovely.
xoxo

Shanah Fication said...

I love the way you write and this is something we would all love to say to our brokenhearted friends. So beautiful.

www.shanahfied.blogspot.com

Déesse Parfaite said...

Perfect. For me, all your bases were covered. This accurately sums up how I have felt when experiencing heartbreak.

Leeznijis said...

so glad i came across this. Thanks leggy

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