Destroy the idea that you need someone to save you. Listen to me, I know your hands shake a lot. I know you cry easy. I know the world frightens you. But listen to me, you have always picked yourself up with your own two hands. I know Wednesday nights are longer than they’re supposed to be, know how you stay up all night to talk to him, to anyone. I know how you think his hands around your neck kept you together. I know how when he said he loved you, you believed it. I know how when they said you looked beautiful, you stopped looking too long in the mirror. I know how you stopped writing about death. I know how waking up stopped feeling as heavy. I know how you felt strong for the first time with your fists on his chest, with his breath in between your teeth. But listen to me, you have always been this strong. You have the hands of a warrior after battle. Your teeth have always been strong, your eyes always beautiful. Destroy the idea that you are doe-eyed, wounded thing. Destroy the idea that he is saviour. Destroy the idea that when he leaves, all your strong will leave with him. Listen to me, you are so much more than you know. Listen to me, you are your own saviour.
