Broken

Dear You,

There’s so much I want to know about you, but I feel like I can’t ask. Not because I don’t care, but because I know how badly you were hurt, and I don’t want to open wounds you’re still trying to heal. Sometimes it feels like I’m standing at a door that I’m not allowed to knock on yet.

I hate that you were hurt so deeply by someone who was supposed to love you. I hate it so much that it actually makes me angry. Not at you—but at the fact that someone had the power to break you in ways that still follow you. You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve to lose parts of yourself because of someone else’s mistakes.

What hurts the most is that I see so much good in you, and I want to know the real you—the thoughts you keep to yourself, the things that shaped you, the things that still hurt. But I also understand why you keep your guard up. When someone gets hurt the way you did, trusting again feels like a risk you don’t want to take.

I just want you to know that I’m not trying to fix you or rush you. I don’t need all your pain handed to me at once. I just want the chance to know you, little by little, when you’re ready. And even if that takes time, I’m here. Not to pressure you, not to replace what broke you—but to remind you that not everyone who cares about you wants to hurt you.

I wish I could take away what happened to you. I wish you never had to build walls in the first place. But since you did, I’ll respect them—while still hoping one day you’ll let me see what’s behind them.

— Me 💔

Nostalgic 90s Hip-Hop with Smooth Beats and Laid-Back Flow