There may come a day
when you want to come back to me—
hug me, and say you’re sorry
for all the pain you caused.
But love doesn’t work that way.
When I think of you, all I see
are the countless ways you broke me.
You sat there as I poured out my heart,
turned off your emotions—like it was an art.
You watched the pain rise in my eyes,
then watched a tear
slowly roll down my cheek.
And all you could do
was look away from me.
You watched as my heart shattered,
then pushed me away,
like I never mattered.
You didn’t just hurt me—
you devastated my soul.
How do you do it?
And why?
Sometimes, I just want to know.
Maybe I loved you more
than anyone else ever did.
Maybe that scared you,
so you hid.
Or maybe, when you said you loved me—
you never really did.
But the answers don’t even matter.
Still, after everything...
I do still love you.
But this is just too broken to renew.
Some things are too far gone.
Cracks can be mended.
Shredded paper can be taped back together.
But this with us—
Is like shattered glass.
Once it’s broken,
we can’t put it back.
So if the day comes
that you want to apologize for leaving,
I need you to picture the moment
you made my heart stop beating.
Go on. Soak it in.
Feel it.
I want you to see the tears that fell when you left—
feel how they burned
as they streamed down my face.
Immerse yourself in the memory.
Remember everything you said to me,
because your words still echo in my head.
I want you to feel the weight of the world
rising in your chest,
as you struggle to catch your breath.
Imagine the one you love the most
staring blankly—emotionless—
as they rip out your soul.
Only then can you understand
the depth of my injury.
Only then will your apology
mean anything to me.
But by the time the words
I’ve been dying to hear
finally fall from your lips...
I will have moved on.
I’ll be over this.
And I’ll see that same pain
in your face
as I explain—
you were one day too late.
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 11:22 PM UTC
There may come a day
when you want to come back to me—
hug me, and say you’re sorry
for all the pain you caused.
But love doesn’t work that way.
When I think of you, all I see
are the countless ways you broke me.
You sat there as I poured out my heart,
turned off your emotions—like it was an art.
You watched the pain rise in my eyes,
then watched a tear
slowly roll down my cheek.
And all you could do
was look away from me.
You watched as my heart shattered,
then pushed me away,
like I never mattered.
You didn’t just hurt me—
you devastated my soul.
How do you do it?
And why?
Sometimes, I just want to know.
Maybe I loved you more
than anyone else ever did.
Maybe that scared you,
so you hid.
Or maybe, when you said you loved me—
you never really did.
But the answers don’t even matter.
Still, after everything...
I do still love you.
But this is just too broken to renew.
Some things are too far gone.
Cracks can be mended.
Shredded paper can be taped back together.
But this with us—
Is like shattered glass.
Once it’s broken,
we can’t put it back.
So if the day comes
that you want to apologize for leaving,
I need you to picture the moment
you made my heart stop beating.
Go on. Soak it in.
Feel it.
I want you to see the tears that fell when you left—
feel how they burned
as they streamed down my face.
Immerse yourself in the memory.
Remember everything you said to me,
because your words still echo in my head.
I want you to feel the weight of the world
rising in your chest,
as you struggle to catch your breath.
Imagine the one you love the most
staring blankly—emotionless—
as they rip out your soul.
Only then can you understand
the depth of my injury.
Only then will your apology
mean anything to me.
But by the time the words
I’ve been dying to hear
finally fall from your lips...
I will have moved on.
I’ll be over this.
And I’ll see that same pain
in your face
as I explain—
you were one day too late.
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