Years are lost to the tragic past of broken relationships I let be,
Where now I look back and question myself on how I let them treat me.
I’m not the same.
Confident, now, after a long time reflecting, my self worth means something.
Where before I felt I deserved the pain that came from selfish deception.
I tell myself, never again, especially as I look back at my painted pain in past writing.
I wonder at the now, beauty in my life, and how he shows me I’m worth something.
I’m lovable, kind, empathetic, and love fiercely.
My emotions run wild, they can carry me away, I feel intensely.
He can handle it, he can see me, and he can accept me.
I know better now, and can appreciate my experienced pain,
As it’s taught me how to live with me.
And how to not be with an asshole.
How not to let them try to change who I am.
How to let myself be loved for who I am,
And love, in return, someone that fits me.