I believed I loved you in the way I could because I couldn't love myself.
I tried to show my love but it was flawed; filled with gaps of uncertainty, confusion and emptiness.
You wanted to give me the love I deserved, but I didn't think I was worthy to receive it and made it unhealthy.
I spent too much time being consumed with the poison I received from others, that I kept myself from all your goodness and beauty.
I trapped myself in a world of bitterness and became every bad thing that happened to me.
I wanted the best for us, but I didn't believe it enough to do the work to rid myself of the pain, so wrecking us was collateral damage.
I never intentionally wanted to hurt you, you are a good person, I saw that.
If only I could've love myself more maybe we could have been.
Maybe there is time, maybe something bigger is in store because why would we cross paths, only to end up like the strangers we were before.