I believed in him more than my gift.
Blood, sweat, and tears—I poured into him. But all he could see was the “crazy” I displayed—
A crazy that had hurt as its foundation.
Hurt from all the credit and love he gave every other woman but me.
Me—the one who was in his corner,
The one with scarred knees from late nights praying for his come-up.
Things that went unseen.
My love for him ran deep—so deep I’d sacrifice my own for him.
I was lost;
I was sinking.
How could love betray me?
Or was it love that betrayed me?
All I knew was this pain was real.
This pain cut deep.
Somehow, a silver lining came—an awakening within myself began to grow.
I found strength.
I allowed the love I had for him to crawl back toward me.
Personal surgery of the heart.
I got myself back.
Realized my greatness.
Chuckled, even—knowing he could never duplicate me.
I allow him to do it,
To invest in those who see him only on the surface.
I remain deep, roots strong, unwavering.
I grow; I remain because I am authentic.
You can’t buy me. You can’t recreate me.
You can only feel me.
And shallow waters could never understand my depth.
Love becomes real when you love yourself.
-Vmack