It was worth every moment
of the darkness,
the agonizing repress
of pain in which forced me to grow.
Tasting death on the brink of my lips,
but not death of my life,
but of part of my soul.
Part of my heart.
It was worth it
to tell you goodbye
through the tears of
deep heartbreak,
and it was worth it to
lose you those nights
when I was forced to
let that part of me die.
It was worth all
the seconds that
seemed forever,
and it was worth reaching
unthinkable lows,
so I could
grow through the endeavor.
It was worth every minute,
every hour,
every day,
every time that I wished
and begged you to come
play.
It was worth loving you,
to lose you,
to show what I deserve.
And it was worth losing you,
to show the games that
are played through
broken reserves.
And it was worth coming back
to you those nights to
fuck,
to leave,
to reveal truths
inside.
Because
through it all
I found a love greater than
all of my fears
combined
and damned.
The right place,
the right time,
it was him I
was meant to
find,
to love.
And through you,
he came.
Through you
I was ready.
Through you,
through it all,
through our loss…
it was worth it.
Yes, it was worth it.
Thank you and goodbye.
