I look to the past to see a ghost of someone I should have stood up for. I should have told her not to let someone use her as their ashtray.
I should have told her that things are more beautiful and that she is a light on the other side.
But most of all I should have told you that I deserve better and the blindness of the hurt you put on me was nothing compared to the glory that was coming.
I matter and I know that now.