I’ve stopped looking for you in the spaces between my toes and under my fingernails.
I no longer search for you in the sheets of strangers, or in the taste of boys who want to break me.
I’m all stitched up now, and though the scars still bleed sometimes, they will fade.
I’ll leave my heart to rest in the palms of someone else’s hands.
I will learn to love again.
Healing Process (via pretty-inveiglement)