Dark Bloom
Looking back,
when my days were the blackest black
The pain made sense
Why I ended left me room to begin again
It left me room to fall in love with myself
That's all I ever needed
The Truth,
I was never ready for you
I am still not
Maybe that day will come
Or maybe it never will
Tell me maybe you'll wait and see,
To watch me bloom
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