Two weeks of nothing,
then suddenly you again..
not walking back in,
just explaining why you left the room.
You say you're not the one I was waiting for, like I was standing at a train station
holding a ticket I bought for myself.
You write yourself smaller in my hands,
like if you shrink enough,
it will hurt me less when you’re gone.
But it still hurts.
You say I deserve better,
like I didn’t choose you
with my whole chest open
and my patience sitting beside me
like it had nowhere else to go.
You call it pushing me away gently,
but it still feels like being let go
with soft fingers
so I won’t make too much noise when I fall.
And I hate that part of me
that still understands you.
The part that reads your guilt
and tries to turn it into something I can hold without breaking.
Because I did see you,
even when you felt unworthy.
Even when you were distant.
Even when I was the only one
still trying to make “us” feel real.
Now you say it’s you, not me
and maybe that’s true,
but I’m still here
trying to figure out
what to do with all the love
you left behind like it had nowhere to go.
I don’t know if this is closure
or just another way of losing you slowly.
Last updated on:2026-05-25T03:04:11+05:30
Comments (3)
felt this part about “all the love left behind.”
when you say you were the only one trying to make “us” feel real, do you think deep down you already knew they were halfway gone before they admitted it?
i’ve had someone come back just to explain why they couldn’t love me properly and somehow that hurt MORE than silence. you keep trying to carry their guilt gently because you loved them for real.