Second Friday...
When you start to put walls up it gets scary. It becomes damning. I spent so very long breaking down immense barriers built from scars of a lifetime of heartbreak. And I came out on the other side. I was victorious. I was me again. I battled a truckload of past demons and I won. I even liked myself again. And then I met you...
You were everything I was looking for. You filled all my empty places. I fell in love with you quickly and passionately. I fell in love with your kids. I fell in love with all your secrets and your passions because we are so much alike. We have similar hurts. We have similar baggage. I had just dealt with mine. The relationship was good. It was fun. It was everything. I poured a lot into it. All the time. Every day. I managed time like a boss. I could do my life and still be with you. I got used to things. And then she came into light.
Your relationship with her was bad. It didn't start the right way or end the right way. You were so crushed and continue to be crushed that your heart wasn't full, even for me. The woman that was doing everything. The woman that was giving everything. I knew it was gonna take time to break through some of it. I just honestly thought I would eventually mean enough for you to set her aside. For you to put me first. For you to set up boundaries with her.
I know today that I am not good enough. I am not enough...
When you put up walls it gets scary...
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