For The Girl Who Doesn't Know She Has Everything

A part of me inside a part of you but you didn’t know it yet. Not then. Instead, you kept on crying whenever you felt so lonely it made you want to swallow pills, cut yourself, say yes to boys. If you had known I was there, waiting to be born, maybe it would have made a difference. But you didn’t. It wasn’t time. You had to keep falling down. You had to endure everything that would eventually become scars.


A part of you inside a part of me but I didn’t know it yet. Not then. Instead, I felt as lonely as you. I did my own crying, my own cutting, my own swallowing of pills; I was made to say yes to boys; all of them. If I had known you were there, waiting to be born, maybe it would have made a difference. But I didn’t. It wasn’t time. I fell down too. Maybe not as much as you - maybe only stumbles, bumps, scrapes, burns; but still they scarred.


Those times you put down the razor that was me forcing your hand. Those moments where you told them no, that was me giving you strength. Each time I stepped back from the ledge that was you pulling me back. Whenever I kept walking instead of falling down, that was you holding me up.

We were saving each other then

so we could save each other now

And so we do.

And so we are.