Read me

You’ve always been good at giving. At offering up pieces of your own flesh to stop her bleeding. At emptying your pockets and then saying sorry when he tells you it’s not enough. 

But love, you can’t keep breaking your bones under the weight of everyone else’s heavy hearts. You can’t crawl into their darkness and let them extinguish your light. Stand on the sidelines and cheer them on, but don’t be the grass they kick when they miss their mark.

—  V.P.