I wish I had met you before.
Before I was broken
Before the world convinced you life was war
Before we both wanted to die.
I wish I could have spared you from your pain.
I wish I could have covered your scars of hate and convinced you that you mattered
That someone out there cared enough to stop everything and run to you whenever you called out.
Someone who was simply wherever you needed them to be.
I wish I had met you before that fateful day
I wish you hadn’t felt so alone
I wish that I hadn’t felt so alone
Because we were alone at the exact same time just 800 miles apart.
I wish we could have been there for each other or at lest we could felt alone together.
I wish that we had met before but I wonder if you like me before I became…me.
You my friend are a white knight trying to save everyone but yourself. I used to be like that until I was too late to many times. I started to believe that everyone I was protecting was suffering because of me.
I used to be so bright eyed about the world. I loved socializing and was so excited for life. Would we have ever even spoke? Would you still like me back then or is the reason we get along so well because we both shattered beyond repair and in trying to sweep up the pieces we accidentally swept up some of each other. Maybe we can heal this way. Maybe we can start figuring out the puzzles of our old selves. Swapping out pieces with each other. Collecting some from others along the way. But this time we won’t be alone or at least we can be alone together.