button part 3

But once you get there, that’s just the foundation.

Next, gather up all of the chinks in your chain,

Fasten them together, make chain mail, and ride that bitch into battle.

Take his name, the one that still hurts to say, and use it as a war cry.

Then actually cry, because there is nothing shameful about clearing your eyes.

Do not pick yourself up.

Do not be okay.

Because heartbreak is not about being okay.

It’s about remembering that you were okay before.

It’s about saying, “Fuck okay.”

It’s about taking all of your broken pieces and building yourself a castle,

Because I don’t care who you are, you’re a goddamned queen.

It’s about saying, “Fuck this poem.”