It’s Not About Right Or Wrong
he wasn't a bad person.
he didn't wake up wanting to hurt me,
didn't love me with cruel intentions,
didn't mean for things to fall apart
the way they did. he had his own wounds,
his own confusion, his own battles
i probably never fully understood.
and maybe that's the hardest part -
knowing he wasn't evil, just incapable
of loving me the way i needed to be loved.
he tried in the ways he knew how,
and i tried in every way i could.
but sometimes effort doesn't equal compatibility.
sometimes two people
can care about each other and still
slowly damage one another without
meaning to. he wasn't a villain in my story.
he was just someone who couldn't
meet me where i stood.
darling, if you're reading this right now,
i just want to remind you:
the most important relationship in our
lives begins with the relationship
we have with ourselves.