Don't hide her between pronouns,
Say her name and embrace it on your lips.
Forget that you feel special because of her,
Remember that she's special even on her own.
She is a galaxy and she will evolve
Into something that makes her into
a universe of her own.
Her quirks are expressions of herself,
It is not something you admire.
It is something you have to cultivate and respect
by letting her explore.
Her sadness is something you don't need to fix.
It is a part of her that needs to be.
I've seen better people with happiness inside them
telling me that it exists because sadness
kept hoping, willing it to life
out of grief.
Let her be.
Let her go.
She hasn't found a love in me
That can crush the walls she kept up around her heart.
When all that needs to get them down is
for her to make love to what she already is,
what she was, and what she will be.
Maybe it's you that can make her see,
what I wasn't able to make her see:
that she is worth it,
whomever she wants to be.
