Slam the door shut. Lock away everything that you’ve ever loved and teach yourself how to live without it. Cut the ties that string you together like a marionette. Trip over those ropes then use it to strangle everything in your way. Find the fighter in you- she’s closed fists and angry. She’s boiling from the pressure and spilling all over the place. She will burn down the entire city and skip through the ashes with her crown in tact. And when you go back to unlock that door, everything will welcome you home- and you’ll have something to show for all the wreckage. You’ll be worthy of your own love because you fucking fought for it. Make a throne on a pile of ashes. Smile at the ruins because it’s yours to own. Yours to rebuild. And even though your crown is bent and scratched, it still glistens like moonlight. -AMT ©️