You came to me in broken light
I held your pieces through the night
To you, I was a gentle stay
A quiet stop along the way

A moment's peace, a place to breathe
Not love, not roots, just time to grieve
Yet still, the thought won't set me free—
That I was used to set you free

And still I hoped, despite the ache
In fleeting smiles I saw you wake
Sometimes it felt you truly cared
Like I was seen, like I was there

Like love had brushed across your chest
Then vanished, leaving all the rest
But I, I only meant to heal
To touch your soul, to make it feel

You were the world I held so tight
A fragile star I kept in light
I gave you all, then let you go
Too tired to carry what you don't show

And when I left, you let me slip
No tremble in your loosened grip
No second glance, no final plea
Just silence, where you left me be

this skincare saved me once—
smoothed the rough parts,
made me glow
in ways I hadn’t felt before.

I called it a miracle.
kept using it
long after it stopped working.
long after it started
making my skin worse.

because once,
it healed me.
and I thought that meant
it always would.

but one day,
I knew—
I can't hold on
just because it once made me whole.
I can’t keep hoping
it’ll heal me again.
so I let it go.
walked away.
that was the day I woke up.
the day I chose myself.

then I tried something new—
something gentler,
something right for who I am now.
and suddenly,
my skin felt alive again.

that’s when I realized:
it was never just skincare.
it was comfort,
it was memory,
it was fear of letting go.

but healing isn’t meant to hurt.
even when it once helped.