I grabbed your hand in a blur.
The rain was stinging my face.
I led you to shelter. I became your shelter. But you weren’t mine to keep. You were his.
And though I protected you from your monsters, who came in the form of abusive dads and many insecurities, you still chose him over me.
I gave you life when you had none. I became your light. I became your life.
You couldn’t see it.
I was always there, but never first.
I loved you more than even the galaxies could comprehend, but I had to let you go.
You weren’t mine to keep.