Almost Enough
I keep outgrowing my own scars, then tripping over the new ones. Everyone says keep going, but the road just loops back to the start… same sky, same ache, different version of me pretending it’s fine. Sometimes I think the universe forgot to make a place for me that fits. Every love I’ve known leaves fingerprints that never fade, then swears they were never here. Maybe I was only ever a mirror, something people looked into to find themselves and left when they were done. I’m so tired of being the lesson. So tired of healing just enough to be breakable again. If there’s a version of me that’s enough, I hope she’s asleep somewhere and dreaming this whole life away. ”Something is rotten inside of me I have to find it and cut it out”