i can't promise to fix what has broken, nor push you to fix yourself faster. i know you're still healing from all the bruises and silent battles you've fought, but i promise to be gentle with what you've entrusted. i see how heavy your words are, the pain that shaped them and i want you to know that even battered hearts deserve to be held with care.
you don't have to shine for me to stay. i know our lights would dim some time :)) and either with storm, they don't really scare me that much — it's a reminder that we are living, capable of feeling deeply despite the wreckage — and that's what i want you to do — to keep living for yourself and for those that love you despite those bruises :). it will not be easy, but i'll hold your hand until you become gentle with yourself.
if all you can offer is honesty, then that’s more than enough for me.
and if the time ever comes when i have to go, i’ll leave softly — not because you weren’t enough, but because you deserved tenderness even in goodbyes.
— someone who listens ☁︎
