you told me i was the quiet
in your storm,
that my voice alone
could steady your shaking.

i held that weight,
thinking it was love,
thinking i was enough.

but now i watch you
hand the same words
to someone else,
like love is something
you can reuse.

and maybe she believes you,
like i once did.
but i know now
you don’t want love,
you want a place to rest your fear.

and when she can’t hold it,
like i couldn’t,
you’ll move on again,
searching for the next cure.

if you find these words,
please,
don’t carry them back to him.

what i write here
isn’t for revenge,
or to make him guilty.

it’s the only place
i can empty the ache
without breaking apart.

so let me keep this corner,
let me keep this voice.
it’s not for you,
and it’s not for him.

it’s just for me,
the only way i know
to keep breathing.

it’s a weird feeling
to find out that he didn’t mean it
all those times
he said he loved you.
oh, we both thought he meant it.
but it doesn’t take
just a few days
to get over us.
frankly, i think i’ll be sad for the rest of my life.

They say time heal all wounds
And though that may be true
For the majority of scenarios
It’s not an irrefutable fact

For our childhood scratches
May be a fleeting kind of pain
Yet there are some scars that life
Engraves deep within our soul

Like a bullet whose trajectory
Missed my heart by a few inches
But hit a far more damaging target
My very last bit of innocence

Now, when I look into the mirror
Every broken bone lost its meaning
And the echoes of who I once was
Are all that remains to be seen