I’m trying my best to stay positive.

To stay focused.
Keep busy.
Not dwell on all of the hurt and confusion.

Some days are hard.
Some days are heavy.

I’m so unhappy on these days.

On the days where my best efforts seem to fall short,
and I get stuck in a small cycle.

I lose sleep.
I lose my appetite.

Stay the course.
“He’s not the guy for me.”

I have to remember that.
“He’s not the guy for me.”

I need to repeat it constantly.
“He’s not the guy for me.”

I say it over and over again.
Until I believe I have convinced
myself that it’s true.
“He’s not the guy for me.”

He is not the guy for me.

It’s plain and simple.
He’s not the guy for me.

Walking away is the right decision.
He’s not the guy for me.

I need to find peace in the midst
of this crazy internal storm.
He’s not the guy for me.

One day this fact won’t hurt anymore.
He’s not the guy for me.

One day.

*I breathe*

He’s not the guy for me.
I stay firm.

He’s not the guy for me.
I’m at peace.

He’s not the guy for me.
I can rest.

He’s not the guy for me.
I live.