She loved him.
He said it back—
two words, a lifeline
She was filled
What if she didn’t fulfill him?
What if she was just a passing light,
a flicker in the dark he no longer needed?

She danced at the edge,
Blind to the truth beneath the rhythm
Loving him because she needed to be loved
Not realizing the ache of that hunger
Until he hurt her beyond ignorance.

Relief washed over her—
Not because it was over,
Because the split finally came.
He took parts of her
Scattered like whispers
Leaving her to drown
In a flood of her own making.

They say it takes time
to descend from that high
of loving someone too much.
He’s already walking ahead
writing a story where she is a forgotten footnote
A stone he kicked and left behind in the dust.

Being kicked to the curb hurt.
Not immediately—
She moved forward, numb
as the days passed
She began to crumble
Piece by piece.

She wants herself back.
What if he is what she still wants?
Even now
With him cast as a thief
In the narrative of her heart,
She finds herself missing the weight of his presence.

Bitter fruit grows from seeds she sowed of her doubt and unresolved problems-
Overtaking the memories of love she thought was healthy.