Brialee Turner

THEN: Those women caught behind a screen,
You loved them more than you loved me.

You made me feel like enough,
That mountain was big but I climbed it for love.

It was too good to be true
Yeah, love was never kind to you (or me).
Perfect is a fairy tale
A myth that never does me well.

NOW: The desire to hold her hand, to caress her fingers with soft and gentle brushes.

The moment that we looked at one another and the light in her eyes made time stand still.

I’m so glad that I picked to love myself first.