If you want the rainbow, you've got to put up with a lot of rain



is it safe to say that i've moved on?
picked up the pieces and put together whatever was left. . .
of my pride, my heart, my life. . .

you rarely cross my mind now. and when you do it doesn't make me cringe anymore, doesn't make me think of explicit curses to throw at you, or things i would do to torture you as you have me. . .
i can even smile now. . .
not the sweet kind that i used to reserve just for you, neither the bitter kind i used to flash whenever someone asked why you left but the kind that mixes sadness, acceptance, hope. . .
hope that something or someone better would come along, has to come along. . .