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The Ones I Can’t Save
Night comes,
and with it…
all the things I couldn’t fix today.
All the words
that didn’t reach.
All the efforts
that fell flat.
All the love
that somehow
wasn’t enough.
I carry them with me.
The ones I would give anything
to save.
I’ve tried.
God, I’ve tried.
To say the right things,
to do the right things,
to stand in the gap
between them and the things
that are breaking them.
But some battles…
aren’t mine to fight.
And that truth
feels heavier than anything.
Because I would take it all
if I could.
The pain.
The addiction.
The darkness.
I would carry it
without hesitation
if it meant
they could be free.
But I can’t.
I couldn’t save her
from the weight
that pulled her under.
I can’t pull him
away from the slow unraveling
he’s caught in.
I can’t make them
see their worth
when they refuse
to look for it.
And it breaks something in me…
to love this deeply
and feel this powerless.
Sometimes I wish
I didn’t care so much.
That I could shut it off.
Close the door.
Protect my heart
from watching it all unfold.
But love doesn’t work like that.
It stays.
It aches.
It hopes…
even when hope feels foolish.
So tonight,
I sit with this truth.
That saving someone
is not the same
as loving them.
And no matter how much I give…
they have to choose
to save themselves.
But still.
I will love them.
Even in the helplessness.
Even in the heartbreak.
Even when all I can do
is stand here
and wish
it was enough.
Night comes,
and with it…
all the things I couldn’t fix today.
All the words
that didn’t reach.
All the efforts
that fell flat.
All the love
that somehow
wasn’t enough.
I carry them with me.
The ones I would give anything
to save.
I’ve tried.
God, I’ve tried.
To say the right things,
to do the right things,
to stand in the gap
between them and the things
that are breaking them.
But some battles…
aren’t mine to fight.
And that truth
feels heavier than anything.
Because I would take it all
if I could.
The pain.
The addiction.
The darkness.
I would carry it
without hesitation
if it meant
they could be free.
But I can’t.
I couldn’t save her
from the weight
that pulled her under.
I can’t pull him
away from the slow unraveling
he’s caught in.
I can’t make them
see their worth
when they refuse
to look for it.
And it breaks something in me…
to love this deeply
and feel this powerless.
Sometimes I wish
I didn’t care so much.
That I could shut it off.
Close the door.
Protect my heart
from watching it all unfold.
But love doesn’t work like that.
It stays.
It aches.
It hopes…
even when hope feels foolish.
So tonight,
I sit with this truth.
That saving someone
is not the same
as loving them.
And no matter how much I give…
they have to choose
to save themselves.
But still.
I will love them.
Even in the helplessness.
Even in the heartbreak.
Even when all I can do
is stand here
and wish
it was enough.
