Once upon a time…
I believed in a true love.
Once upon a time….
I dreamt of falling in love.
Once upon a time…
I believed that I was capable of receiving love.
I morn that person.
I miss that person.
He made everything sound so easy….
He made everything so optimistic and possible…
Never once did I stop to look in his eyes….
Never once did I stop to actually listen…
Maybe if I had…
I could’ve notice…?
What was easy …
Was due to the fact of putting himself second…
What was optimistic…
Was desperation and fear….
What was possible…
Was the ability of always compromising on my own account…
The person I was…
Was a traumatized young boy.
Somebody who was scared of being left alone.
Somebody who gave everything to be accepted.
Somebody who was never once good enough to anyone, because he was never good enough to himself.
Because once upon a time…
He was taught, that somebody else came first.
Because once upon a time…
He had to fight for parental love and acknowledgment.
Because of upon a time….
He was let down by somebody who wasn’t suppose to…
And the problem…
They were too scared to face it…
And they were too scared to fix it…
The Black Prints 