A Letter

Plaese do not steal or copy my work.

I have discovered the antidote for getting over love:
Anger.
It costs nothing, and gives you
an escape.
With it, you realize that you are powerful.
You almost feel naked without it,
When you cross paths with the one who destroyed your world.
Your small,
Naïve,
Stupid,
World.

You want to talk to them,
To whisper their name in moments of tenderness.
To see in their eyes that they adore you,
That they want you.
That they think about you-
All the time.
Not just sometimes.
Your body aches without the warmth of their touch,
It cries out, bloody murder, in pain.
So, get angry.

Clench your jaw and stand tall.
Hold your head held high.
Do not betray that you want to snap,
When you imagine the taste of their tongue,
Feel their urgent hands,
When you make love.
Sweet, passionate, violent

Love.