Ink Stained Soul…

You never chose me.
Not in ways that counted.
I, willing to sacrifice for moments.
I suppose the truth is I never chose myself.
If I had, moments of happiness would have not been so costly when the emptiness set it.
You never chose me because I didn’t show you value.
That is a form of love.
Seeing the value in the lesson you taught me.
For that I am grateful.