He didn’t cheat,
He didn’t abuse you,
He didn’t shame you,
He didn’t overshare.
He offered you help,
He was there for you,
He was a good boyfriend.

You hurt him.
You hit him.
He had paid for something for you and you hit him.
You kissed her—
It doesn’t matter why.
It was still betrayal,
You knew it.

You didn’t speak up
When his words cut you deep.
It doesn’t matter that you’ve always struggled to speak.
You let discomfort simmer,
When you needed space, you stayed silent.

You overshared your pain—
You should have saved that for therapy,
No matter how much it choked you.
You hurt him with your mental health,
You should have walked away
Before the damage grew.

You didn’t accept his help.
You should have fought harder
Even when you were tired,
You drowned him in your storm.
You couldn’t be there for him
When he needed you most.

You spread yourself thin
But should’ve tried harder to focus on him.
He touched you when you were asleep,
It wasn’t okay—
Yet, you said it might be,
It wasn’t.

You should have spoken up
When his touch crossed a line,
When his sounds felt wrong,
When his presence clung too tight.
You stayed quiet.
You bottled it up as always,
Now it’s too late.

You knew he couldn’t survive a girlfriend like you,
Yet it still hurts, seeing him move on.
When you saw him again,
you touched him like you hadn’t broken,
You regret that.

Now he’s moved on.
He’s healed.
Your apology sits,
Because he sees the truth.
You never like to admit that you’re wrong.
You haven’t gotten any better.