He said it was your fault
the way you smiled too often at strangers,
the way your dress clung to your skin,
the way you spoke your mind
like it wasn’t meant to be silenced.


He said you were too much,
too loud, too free,
too wild to be loved by someone like him.
So he let his hands wander elsewhere
and called it your mistake.


He blamed you for the nights he disappeared,
for the silence he left in his wake,
for the guilt that crept into his voice
when you asked where he’d been.
He told you it was your laugh
too careless, too inviting,
like you wanted to be replaced.



But it wasn’t you
who forgot what love was made of.
It wasn’t you
who kissed someone else
and washed the taste down with excuses.



He blamed you because it was easier
than admitting he was small.
He blamed you because your strength
was the mirror to his weakness.



It wasn’t the dress,
it wasn’t the smile,
it wasn’t your beauty that broke him.
It was him
his hollow heart, his cowardice,
his inability to hold something real.


And you still sit in the ruins,
asking yourself what you could’ve done.
But the answer was never yours to give.
He was broken before he touched you,
and nothing you did could’ve changed that.


So let him carry the weight of his lies,
let him drown in the shame he tried to hand you.
You are not the cracks in his ******>ry.
You are the foundation he never deserved.

Love is irrational.
I’ve always been so calculated—
I know the exact number of steps it takes to reach the door,
The weight of every decision I make,
What I like to eat, what I wear,
How the smallest change can throw me off.
Even one spoon of sugar is too much
In my coffee,
Because I like it bitter,
I’ve always liked it bitter.

I still remember the sting of anger
When my mom bought me that red sweater,
How I felt the color clashed with me,
Made me feel ugly,
Made me feel exposed.
I calculated everything to keep the peace,
To avoid the discomfort of sharing space,
Of sharing myself.

But then I saw you.
And everything shifted.
I forgot about the coffee,
About the bitter taste I clung to.
The red sweater didn’t look so bad,
And suddenly I was dancing in a red dress,
Lost in the moment,
And I didn’t care.
I started adding sugar without a thought,
Without hesitation,
Without control.

For once, I stopped calculating,
Stopped measuring the risk.
With you, it was different.
I broke every rule I had set for myself,
Every condition I’d built to keep me safe.
Love, I realized, isn’t something you control.
It’s something that sweeps you up,
Unconditional,
Untamed,
And completely unplanned.