Excavation

When they tell you to leave someone bad for you, they don't fail to tell you about the newfound freedom and affirmation you feel after the fact.

They will tell you that every day you stay is an admission on your part that you deserve everything that they put you through.

They tell you that at some point you have to get fed up with exalting the tragedy - if every moment feels like a visitation right then the only thing under custody is your dignity.

They don't tell you about the dreams.

They don't tell you about the anxiety.

They don't tell you that every day after the deconstruction

Will be a day you crawl out of.

You will try to stay busy, every second of idle activity turns into a period of mourning that claws into the obligations you have set forth to keep your mind off the healing process.

Dull the senses - feel no regret.

Dull the senses - see no memories.

Dull the senses - speak no words of retraction.

Dull the senses - hear not the gaping yawn of the void.

Dull the senses - taste not the loneliness on your tongue

You can easily fall in love with the lifestyle of loss.

If you listen to punk rock loud enough you can't hear the sound of your own feelings.

Stay in the company of people who know your heart.

They will remind you of yourself before it all went to dust.

Shake the dust - waiting is not living

Shake the dust - rust is not experience

Shake the dust - not every love is eternal

Shake the dust off the excavation site of your bones.

Whoever does not recognize the gold they have struck in the vein of your heart does not have the right to call you mine.