SUPERHEROES YOU CHEER FOR

And every cliche was right.

I endured pain that felt like shards of glass stabbing through my skin for weeks, months, every moment that came.

I felt it till I was numb.

I felt it till there were no more cracks my tears could bleed through.

I found myself in pillows, face crushed between every memory of them stained throughout ruptures of my heart and mind.

I was dragged through a tundra of rose petals and stemmed thorns where my lips hungered for something to grasp that wasn’t air.

And, like every cliche, they were right.

There is a clearing past a thickening of clouds.

An island of tranquility past a sea of bodies.

A treasure chest buried after every ‘X’.

Salvation after death.

Because every cliche is right.

There will be love. There will be heartache. There will be novels where they intertwine like a disgruntled vortex. There will be sonnets where they’ll fight to stay apart.

Because every cliche is always right.

You are the star.