Was I that easy to forget

You said I was your closest,

the calm to your chaos,

the anchor in your storm.

We spent months when

eyes speaking louder than words

ever dared to try.

I thought it was real.

at least for me, it was.

But then,

You shut me out like I was a phase

you regretted remembering.

Told me I was paranoid,

as if my heart imagined the silence

and the distance

and the sudden shift in tone.

If I was wrong,

why the tricks?

Why the clever words

you never meant to keep?

It took you days.

days.

to find someone new.

Someone who made you cross the lines

you once said you'd never blur.

And suddenly,

I was the foolish one

for believing

I was special.

Enough.

You knocked me breathless,

left me in pieces

too small to count.

I had to throw away the parts of me

that loved you

just to breathe again.

It took months to feel human.

But in the wreckage,

I found truth.

Not that I couldn’t love you,

but that I shouldn’t have.

You were never enough.

Not for the woman I’m becoming.

Not for the fire I hold.

I thought you saw me,

but you only saw your version of me.

I thought you heard me,

but your words were just shadows,

pretty lies in a practiced mouth.

So here I am.

No more chasing.

No more begging.

No more giving pieces of myself

to those who make me question my worth.

Let them go,

the ones who cannot love without wounding.

I’m waiting now

only for the one

who sees my storm

and stays.