π‘»π’π’…π’‚π’š…
𝑰 π’ˆπ’Šπ’—π’† π’Žπ’šπ’”π’†π’π’‡ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’‘π’“π’Šπ’—π’Šπ’π’†π’ˆπ’†
𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓.

I used to return to places
that closed their doors on me,
just so I could feel remembered.

I used to plead for a space
in someone else’s livesβ€”to the point
that I made myself an intruder.

I used to dim my light
so others could shine,
even if it meantβ€”
I am losing myself in the dark.

I used to let others’ words
take root in my mind and heartβ€”
the doubt, the fear,
as if they owned my truth.

I used to run back,
again and again, and then again…
thinkingβ€”one more and another one more try
would make me enough.

I used to believe…
I was indebted
to the people who broke me.

But no more.
𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲.
𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐒𝐧…




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