meteor

I felt like a child in that moment-

half-perched on a stool, head in my hands

outside the one place I frequent in this fucking city.

sobbing, heaving, unraveling.

in those hours and the slow, aching days that followed

i relived old and hurtful narratives

i see it differently now.

it never really was about me

I showed up

I gave you all of me to a fault— almost diminishing and undermining my own needs

I was honest, willing to grow, willing to challenge myself, willing to be seen, to try

I saw love for what it really is—

messy, fragile, but so freeing and kind

and like they say…

i would’ve rather loved and lost

than never love at all