I wish I could stop loving you,
erase it all in an instant—
every memory, every word, every dream.
But my heart still clings to the idea of you,
the version of us I begged you to fight for.
Not for me, but for everything we planned,
for the life we painted in fragile hope.
Yet you chose the world over me,
and I am left holding the silence.

I will never try to forgive,
never let this wound become a scar.
The grudge I carry will burn quietly within me,
a fire you’ll never feel, a weight you’ll never bear.
You chose to let go so easily,
but I will remember, always,
and in that memory, you will forever remain undeserving.