oops

i’m openly struggling.

i know someone understands.

it’s a bit freeing.

i’m not afraid of my feelings,

my thoughts,

my process.

i’m willing to be seen.

we’re all in this stupid fucking human experience anyway.

i’m sorry i saw you—

the difficult parts,

the perfect parts,

the kind and tender parts,

the deeply caring parts,

the dark parts,

the fun parts,

the stressed, the free,

the honest, the good hearted, the confused.

i’m sorry you didn’t want to be seen.

or didn’t feel deserving to be.

but that’s for you to figure out—

and for me to remember