in the local paper laughing at each baby step I'd take and it was always the same searing pain but I prayed that one day, I could say all that time you were throwing punches, I was building something and I couldn't wait to show you it was real screamed, "𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐴𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑒"  to the night sky as the blood was gushing but I can't forget the way you made me heal.