*Warning: naughty language ahead.
I wish I could have written this and handed it to my sobbing self many moons ago, but I couldn’t.
I didn’t know then what I know now. So, I share my experiences, strung together as words in a poem, for us to place in our heart’s pocket when we’re struggling to find the love we forgot we deserve. Hold it close. Let it guide you.
Don’t believe the boy who says he’ll be there for you with a sweetly charming smile, but never actually shows up.
He’ll say a lot of things; talking is his speciality.
When he talks, he waves a wand, making words into sparkly magic tricks that trip you up all over yourself.
Silky, romantic whispers become mind games become lies.
And, f*ck, he lies so much that he lives in a gossamer web of glossy half-truths, unsure himself, of what’s real and what’s not.
With a lost look in his eyes and confusion stamped all over his heart, he’ll tell you he loves you.
But, he doesn’t.
He’s so empty that he’s forgotten how to love at all.
But, for a second, you’ll fall for his beautiful words and glittering strings of grand illusions.
You’ll give every ounce of your strength, trying so hard to fix his wounds and make him whole.
You’ll do everything, something, anything at all to make him stay.
But, he will never stay—because he was never there in the first place.
You’ve known in your gut all along that something was wrong.
Kiss him hard and let him go.
Yes, let him go.
Then, when you’re ready, seek the man you can believe, whose actions match his words.
He will stand proudly by your side, honored beyond belief to weave his fingers through yours.
He will have integrity tattooed on his soul and radiating pools of golden-flecked kindness in his eyes.
He will be honest as shit with you because he’s honest as shit with himself.
He will not play circus-themed mind games because he’d rather buck up and bare his heart.
He will be brave enough to love you in all your messy, loud, tear-stained, gorgeously scarred glory.
He will not be perfect, but his flaws will compliment yours perfectly.
Don’t settle for his cheap, a**hole imposter.
Because you, beautiful soul, you deserve the real thing.
Bonus: One more red flag.
Author: Sarah Harvey
Editor: Catherine Monkman