For when I thought the end of my relationship would kill me, but a year later I’m better and I’ve achieved so much by myself since my breakup – getting a distinction in my Masters, self-publishing a poetry book, getting internships and scholarships, getting my first full-time job, meeting and befriending one of my writing inspirations, finally making plans to move out of my parents’ house – and I did all of it without him there.
A year ago today
I didn’t know I’d held your hand for the last time
And I thought you turned me into the best version of me
I thought I’d need to sit on your shoulders to touch the sky
But I built my own ladder when you went away
I didn’t need your steady hand to catch me
Because I didn’t fall.
I look at the woman in the mirror
And I can see it written all over her face:
I made myself better without holding your hand.