It’s been a week since I took all of your things off of my wall. All of the pictures, all of our 4.5 years of memories.. the scrap book you made me for Christmas in 2019 when you said you weren’t financially stable so you had to make me a Christmas gift. That meant so much more to me than any material gift you ever gave me, because of the effort that you put into it. It showed me just how happy you were here.. I was your first love, but now you have decided to pursue love elsewhere. You weren’t my first boyfriend, but you were my greatest love. I love you still, even if you’re with a new person. I love you enough not to bother looking for you. I love you enough to let you go.

You see Babe
My love is too valuable to keep at the bottom of your drawer
Too immense to keep in store.
You cannot throw it on the highest of shelves
And decide to keep it for yourself.
It is not yours to take.
You think you can come back for it when you’re bored
And keep it along with all the other loves that you hoard.
This one isn’t like your rest,
This one will not be another forgotten conquest.

You had no right to talk to me the way you did. No right to take ownership over me.

No right to tell me how to dress or even how to smile,
no right babe you were so sinister and vile. You crossed the line when you told me who I could talk to or what I could say after we were done. You master manipulator and I your puppeteer.
Said you’d always be here but you were the first to run.

You pulled me by the strings of my own heart and you didn’t even care about the hurting that would cause.