apology letter
to the person in your mirror
you kept shrinking yourself to fit inside their small attention span calling it compromise when it was self abandonment
you mistook their silence for your duty their bare minimum for your blessing you kept handing over the softest parts of you like discounts
today you owe yourself an apology not a gentle one but the kind that says you will never again beg to stay in rooms you are busy furnishing while they bring nothing but your fear of being alone
















