We should forgive ourselves.
We are more than the regrets written in diaries that cry as much as the trees they were ripped from.
Our worth stretches beyond manipulated secrets and fingertips that seemingly taint rather than heal.
The empathy within us is more powerful than the whispers we wished we'd muttered before needles stole fathers from our love.
Why couldn't we save them?
Why do we think the downfalls of others are because we aren't enough?
Self loathing doesn't live in your house young soul.
You are the most magic of the sexes, the sound the world makes when it's silent.
You are the love you crave to fill the canyons in your heart.
You are champagne in a teacup.
We are enough.
We should forgive ourselves.
