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You knew. That’s where it begins. You knew the truth and still you folded it away, neat as a letter you never meant to send. You knew the pain would land somewhere — you just didn’t expect it to live in me. So you chose silence. Not because you had none, but because it was easier than saying my name in the dark and owning what you did there. I searched for answers in the spaces you left unfinished, years spent filling in blanks you refused to touch. When I saw you again, your eyes told me everything your mouth wouldn’t. Guilt doesn’t shout — it waits. And still you said nothing. You let time do your lying for you. You let distance rewrite the story. You let me carry the weight so you could keep your hands clean. Here is the part you never said: You took my sleep. You took my safety. You took my peace. And you knew you were doing it. Pain learned my routine. Tears learned restraint. Trauma learned patience. You thought the truth belonged to the past. But truth doesn’t expire. It sits. It watches. It waits for you to be alone enough to hear it clearly. This is me writing it down so you don’t have to speak it. But one day, you will.
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Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
This is what happened.
You knew. That’s where it begins. You knew the truth and still you folded it away, neat as a letter you never meant to send. You knew the pain would land somewhere — you just didn’t expect it to live in me. So you chose silence. Not because you had none, but because it was easier than saying my name in the dark and owning what you did there. I searched for answers in the spaces you left unfinished, years spent filling in blanks you refused to touch. When I saw you again, your eyes told me everything your mouth wouldn’t. Guilt doesn’t shout — it waits. And still you said nothing. You let time do your lying for you. You let distance rewrite the story. You let me carry the weight so you could keep your hands clean. Here is the part you never said: You took my sleep. You took my safety. You took my peace. And you knew you were doing it. Pain learned my routine. Tears learned restraint. Trauma learned patience. You thought the truth belonged to the past. But truth doesn’t expire. It sits. It watches. It waits for you to be alone enough to hear it clearly. This is me writing it down so you don’t have to speak it. But one day, you will.
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adele-heyes
St.helens
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
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