they say your bad outweighs your good
as if love were a ledger
as if truth could be tallied
on scales built by the blind
they count your cracks
but not the light leaking through
they trace your edges
but never the hands you held out
even when yours were empty

they slept in your arms
but never knew your soul
let your body in
but locked their wounds behind walls
you were never meant to climb
you asked for honesty
they gave avoidance
you brought presence
they brought projection
you offered depth
they feared drowning

you weren’t too much
they were too hollow
to hold what was real

because they saw you only
through the broken mirror of themselves
fragmented love
shattered vision
the kind of closeness
that touches skin
but never spirit

they fell short
in the places you overflowed
in courage, in clarity
in the willingness to grow
even when it hurt
they mistook your fire for chaos
because their own flames
had long since gone cold

but you
you stayed
you tried
you held space
for a heart that never held you back

you showed up
again and again
with hands full of truth
and a voice that trembled
only when you chose to speak gently

let them say what they will
let them measure you in shadows
you are not for those
who weigh worth
by the moments they misunderstood.
you are not defined
by the ones who could only touch you
but never hold you whole

you are for the ones
who see the mosaic
not the mess
who know that broken
doesn’t mean bad
and that love
was never meant
to be earned like a grade
but received like a sunrise
after the longest night

and when they say
your bad outweighed your good
smile

they never knew the difference
between a storm
and a cleansing
but you do
and you are already clean