To that little childlike romantic,
I pray that you never lose hope.
I pray that you always see the good in people.
I pray that you keep on loving.
You always have been a gentle soul,
you never lost your softness and light
even as the world caved in.
To be honest,
I kind of envied you
I envied you for how deeply you can trust
I envied you for how you could still love
I envied you for the hope you brightly carry
even after what we have been through.
I’m so sorry for making you cry
with all my fears,
I’m sorry for making you suffer
from the consequences of my actions
And the backlashes of my brokenness.
I appreciate you for staying by me,
even as our thoughts spiralled at 2 am,
even as the world gave up on us.
As I reach out to you with these words,
I hope that we can find balance,
for you are the goodness and
I am wickedness,
for a brighter future for the both of us.
I want you to remember that you’re good enough, and that you matter.
The devil at the other side of the mirror
This is self care, i guess