Blindfold

Broken. We’re all broken. Trust me. I wouldn’t tell a lie. It’s not that this world has no light. It’s just that we’re all blinded by our own insecurities. An inky blackness full of alluring whispers of lies and beings who are just as lost as you and I.

I thought you were my light. But I was wrong. Nobody is anybody’s light. You have to be your own light. Everything else-- it’s just a false sense of security.

He wasn’t my light, either.

But he helped me become my own light. Something you never did for me.