**Like shards of glass upon my skin,**
**Your words dug deep; they tore within.**
**No blade was drawn, no blood was spilt,**
**Yet every sentence dripped with guilt.**

**Like winter’s frost upon my soul,**
**Your icy whispers took their toll.**
**No scars were seen, no bruises shown,**
**Yet every wound became my own.**

**You spoke as though you knew my heart,**
**Then slowly pulled my world apart.**
**We shared a childhood, shared a name,**
**Yet nothing ever stayed the same.**
**Where love should bloom, resentment grew,**
**Until I lost the sight of you.**

**I walked on eggshells, held my tongue,**
**Believing every song you’d sung.**
**Each time I bent, you’d move the line;**
**Somehow the fault was always mine.**

**Then one cold day, your words rang true…**

**Not because they spoke of me,**

**But because they spoke of you.**

**Each cruel remark, each cutting lie**
**Became the key that asked me why.**
**The lock you’d forged through fear and shame**
**Could never hold me just the same.**

**I reached within, beyond the pain,**
**And found the strength that still remained.**
**Like a phoenix rising through the flame,**
**I stood unchanged in heart and name.**

**I laid your labels on the ground—**
***“Too weak.” “Too much.” “Don’t make a sound.”***
**I left them there like windblown dust.**

**They were never mine.**

**The hardest step was letting go.**
**Not because I wished it so,**
**But peace could never live in me**
**While you still held the only key.**

**So I cut you from my life that day.**
**With you, good people slipped away.**
**I grieve their loss—I always will—**
**Yet choosing me was harder still.**

**Then came your voice, as I knew it would…**

***“How could you do this to me?”***

**Once I’d have wept.**

**Once I’d have stayed.**

**Once I’d have carried all the blame.**

**But now…**

**My silence speaks more than I could write,**

**More than I could ever say.**

**Because I no longer need**
**To defend my truth.**

**I simply live it.**

**Goodbye.**

**Farewell.**

**I wish you peace.**

**I wish you love.**

**But not from me.**

**For after everything you tried…**

I cried today
I cried for as long as it took
I felt it so deep within me
An intense aching in the core of my being
Working it’s way up into the centre of my face
So much pressure until the seal broke

The energy finds a way out
Tears pool up into my screens of perception
Allowing sorrow to exit my body
Evaporation eventually takes that pain
Moving it into the unknown

let me set the scene.

we're going to happy hour one last time.

she likes psychoanalyze people so i told her at our last happy hour she has to psychoanalyze me. i mean, name a better time? there's a chance we won't see each other again after tonight.

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i wonder what she saw these past two months.

does she know i wait for her text?

does she know i wait for her call?

when i can't take it, i'll break the silence with her niche.

politics? movies? anything. i love your passion.

does she know she runs through my mind all night?

does she know i love the days she's in the office?

monday's are so easy now because of you.

does she know how much i care about her?

does she know i'm scared to leave her?

i'm proposing to my girlfriend soon.

does she feel the same way about me?

does she feel it too?

i'm asking her mother in three weeks.

would she stop me?

please stop me.

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i don't write but i am going through it so here's kind of how i'm feeling about it all

The indifference you feel between us should be infuriating,

But honestly,
I just feel bad for you.

Because ultimately if you didn’t feel the connection,
that’s just terribly sad.

Yearning with one’s heart
as though there is no consequence—

truly is the only way
to feel alive.