I fought for it countless times

I fought for it countless times 

before I finally let go.

I tried to understand everything—

over and over—

even when it made no sense, 

until I could no longer hold on.

Perhaps, 

after all the struggles, 

my heart simply grew tired of waiting. 

Then one day, 

I woke up and realized 

that I, too, 

deserve to be understood, 

to be fought for, 

and to be loved.