No Man is Worth Your Tears, and the One Who is Will Not Make You Cry

After A While

Author: Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while
you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't always promises
and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and you really do have worth and you learn and you learn 

with every good-bye you learn.

Princess,

All I can give you is my shoulder to cry on, my ear to listen to you, and my arms to comfort you.

It will get easier and this poem is for you.  It was given to me the first time my heart was broken and I have kept it all these years to read when I needed the strength.

Just know that my eight followers and myself will take kindly kick ass on request. 

Black Swan