When love becomes ruins

I never want to see myself fall in love or lose myself in someone again, only to be left shattered in the end. I’ve given too much of my soul to people who knew how to take, but never how to keep. They held my heart like it was temporary………. promising forever while planning their exit.

I’ve silenced my own needs just to be enough, only to be replaced the moment I became real. They said all the right words while slowly building the lie behind my back.

Love, for me, has felt like betrayal wrapped in affection——————— a cruel magic that makes you believe,then disappears when you need it most.

I’m tired of trusting hands that only learned how to let go. Tired of eyes that looked into mine while hiding someone else in their heart.

So this time, I choose myself. No more falling for borrowed love or bleeding for people who never planned to stay. I am learning to be whole— without mistaking betrayal for love ever again.