I used to be somebody's.
Long before I was alone.
Their safe space resided in me,
and my energy was their home.
I used to love somebody special,
Long before that door closed.
Their journey crossed a different path,
far from the one that I chose.
I used to want to live out my promises,
that I once thought meant the world.
I had our story written,
Long before the chapters' end.
I used to be somebody's broken heart,
that is now mine left to mend.