lost;

are

i’m writing this to the person i used to be.
the one i lost somewhere along the way;

you weren’t a train wreck. 
you weren’t a sinking ship.

i’m sorry about every moment i made you feel like you didn’t deserve to be saved. 
i’m sorry about all those times people looked at you in a way that made you feel ten times smaller.
i’m sorry you always felt like it was your job to make sure nobody noticed you.
and i’m sorry about all the times you felt embarrassed when they did.

you were better and beautiful and brave.

you were a soft tornado.
you were a fireplace.

i hope we’ll meet again some day. 
i won’t be embarrassed to be seen with you. 
i will be better.

i promise.
i promise.