I’m starting to realize that I will be fine.
I still wake up in the middle of the night but I’m no longer breathless from the terror of loneliness. I can spot starlight through the window and the illumination guides me back home, allowing me to pick up the pieces of myself that got lost on the way.

I’m starting to realize that I will be fine.
I still feel out of place in my own body but I’m no longer shattering under the touch of somebody else’s fingertips. I still struggle to love myself, but I find comfort in that struggle because it means that loving myself is becoming more important than you loving me.

I’m starting to realize that I will be fine.
I still remember the words you said but they’re starting to become a whisper instead of a shout. I can almost get through a whole day without wondering why I wasn’t good enough, because I’m learning to see that all the lies and all the scars are just proof that the thing that wasn’t ever good enough was never me - it was your love.

I’m starting to realize that despite the fact that I’ve destroyed myself, I will be fine.
I am growing into something new. Something better.
I am learning to love again.