I know it’s getting pretty late
and my room is littered with half-empty bottles of wine.
I know you’re tired
and don’t want to sleep,
I know it’s hard to find the motivation to do anything,
anything at all.
But listen, darling,
I won’t always be in your life.
I hope that when I leave,
I leave you better than I found you.
I hope our friendship has given you strength,
that you have found a way to silence any voice that says what you do not want to hear.
But even if I leave you with tears and scars and fury,
I hope you remember this.
Anyone who ever tells you
“No one will ever love you more than I do”
is issuing a challenge.
You should love yourself more than anyone does,
you should love yourself more than you love anyone.
It will not make you a bad person.
Darling, I have seen your moments of weakness,
I have seen your fury,
the bruises on your knee,
the sibling jealousy,
lying tongues and clenched fists,
breaking bones that aren’t yours,
the things said in hatred and self-loathing.
Darling I know you’ve done bad things,
you’ve been as wild as a bleeding wolf,
but I promise you,
you will never stray so far from your chosen path,
that love cannot bring you back.
Darling, my only prayer for you,
is that you carry love with you always:
a love that proves wrong anyone who ever said
“No one will ever love you more than I do”.
Love yourself more than any of them.