I never meant to love him in the first place.
But I didn’t stop loving him…
I just stopped trying to bloom in a place where my heart was always left wilting.
I got tired
of reaching for him
with hands that always came back empty.
Of whispering my worth to someone
who never truly listened.
So I let him go.
Not because the love disappeared-but because I couldn't keep losing myself
trying to keep him.
I didn't scream. I didn't burn bridges.
I just quietly broke-
the kind of break that lives in the silence between two people who used to know
each other's breath.
And when I couldn't speak it-
I started to write.
I wrote him into poems, into pages,
into corners of my soul where he still lived
…even after he left.
I traced his memory in the margins of my mind, in every place I once felt him and now only feel air….
*I wish I hated you- Ariana Grande 🎶*
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