The you I knew was painted gold, 
Not mine to keep, but sweet to hold. 
I chased your light, forgot my flame, 
Now finding me means losing your name.

I won’t twist truth to fit your mold, 
Or trade my warmth for something cold. 
You weren’t cruel, not all the way, 
Just not the one who chose to stay.

So here’s my grace, not hate, to give 
You were a lesson I had to live.

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There’s something about pain,
it humbles you.
And as a writer, I had to be humbled enough to write about me this way.
There’s a line that stayed with me from Lauren Spencer Smith's song FLOWERS 
“Always thought I’d only make a fool of someone else,
now I’ve gone and made one of myself.”

Funny how life teaches you…
sometimes, you’re not just the storyteller.
You’re the lesson too.