I spent my life pouring into a well that went dry,
Chasing a shadow I thought was a sister,
Only to watch her turn her back when the sky fell in.
She took the hand of the one who broke me,
Leaving me in the dust of a "lowest" I couldn't escape.
But in the wreckage of that fake love,
Where the betrayal tasted like ash,
A different light started to hum.
It wasn't the one I expected; it was the one I’d overlooked.
Dani.
The little sister who became the giant heart.
I didn't love myself, so I didn't know how to love you.
I was jagged, and cold, and hard to hold.
I pushed, I stayed silent, I showed you nothing—
And still, you didn't flinch.
In a world full of "fuck yous" and fickle hearts,
You stood in the gray and told the storm it couldn't have me.
I wish I was more like you, Dani.
I wish I had that soul of pure gold,
That keeps giving even when the world is taking.
You are the "real" in a world made of plastic.
It should have been you all along.
I’m so glad the Architect knew what I needed
Even when I was too blind to see it.
He sent me an angel in a hoodie,
To show me that I was worth a best friend's love.
I wouldn't trade you for the stars.
I wouldn’t trade you for the world.
I love you, Dani Thompson.
Thank you for being the one who stayed.
By dum silly girl
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:51 PM UTC
I spent my life pouring into a well that went dry,
Chasing a shadow I thought was a sister,
Only to watch her turn her back when the sky fell in.
She took the hand of the one who broke me,
Leaving me in the dust of a "lowest" I couldn't escape.
But in the wreckage of that fake love,
Where the betrayal tasted like ash,
A different light started to hum.
It wasn't the one I expected; it was the one I’d overlooked.
Dani.
The little sister who became the giant heart.
I didn't love myself, so I didn't know how to love you.
I was jagged, and cold, and hard to hold.
I pushed, I stayed silent, I showed you nothing—
And still, you didn't flinch.
In a world full of "fuck yous" and fickle hearts,
You stood in the gray and told the storm it couldn't have me.
I wish I was more like you, Dani.
I wish I had that soul of pure gold,
That keeps giving even when the world is taking.
You are the "real" in a world made of plastic.
It should have been you all along.
I’m so glad the Architect knew what I needed
Even when I was too blind to see it.
He sent me an angel in a hoodie,
To show me that I was worth a best friend's love.
I wouldn't trade you for the stars.
I wouldn’t trade you for the world.
I love you, Dani Thompson.
Thank you for being the one who stayed.
By dum silly girl
