you couldn’t be the one to love me….
and I couldn’t control the outcomes that played out back then….
and that’s okay….
because I’m working on me….
on finding the space between….
hearing my own voice and loving my own place…
what we had…
it couldn’t be fixed…
it couldn’t be helped…
it was broken long before I entered the picture….
and I still wish you the best….
but you’re not the one I need to save….
I was the one….
I was the one to save…..
Pouring love and kindness into my cup….
Finding little ways to smile…
It means the world to me….
