Let Them Have You
Don’t look for me
when the silence gets loud.
When the weight of your choices
starts caving the crowd.
Text the divorced ones
who clapped for your exit,
who fed your pride
and dressed up neglect in wisdom.
Let them hold you now—
they crowned your confusion.
You never knew me.
Not the softness beneath the scars,
not the loyalty you mistook
for silence behind doors.
You called it bravery—
leaving.
But bravery would’ve stayed.
You chose struggle in disguise,
chaos with a shiny name.
You lied about me
to feel right about you.
Or maybe you just never saw me
clearly enough to lose.
Either way—
it’s done.
I don’t miss what I survived.
I buried the past
with the version of me
you never tried to find.
Keep the emptiness you made,
I’m not patching your void.
You ran away when I needed you most,
and I'll remember the PTSD "advocacy" forever.
It’s easy to never come back when you were never truly present.
© 2025 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 10:22 AM UTC
Let Them Have You
Don’t look for me
when the silence gets loud.
When the weight of your choices
starts caving the crowd.
Text the divorced ones
who clapped for your exit,
who fed your pride
and dressed up neglect in wisdom.
Let them hold you now—
they crowned your confusion.
You never knew me.
Not the softness beneath the scars,
not the loyalty you mistook
for silence behind doors.
You called it bravery—
leaving.
But bravery would’ve stayed.
You chose struggle in disguise,
chaos with a shiny name.
You lied about me
to feel right about you.
Or maybe you just never saw me
clearly enough to lose.
Either way—
it’s done.
I don’t miss what I survived.
I buried the past
with the version of me
you never tried to find.
Keep the emptiness you made,
I’m not patching your void.
You ran away when I needed you most,
and I'll remember the PTSD "advocacy" forever.
It’s easy to never come back when you were never truly present.
© 2025 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.
Written in late 2024.
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