No revenge.
You never loved me right,
and I never had the courage to leave,
because somewhere,
I believed that without you,
I would lose myself entirely.
I held onto the idea of us,
the fragile hope that maybe,
with enough time,
you would finally see me.
But that never came.
And I’ve learned to accept it.
Leaving wasn’t about rage.
It wasn’t about you hurting me.
It was about the realization
that love, in its truest form,
shouldn’t feel like a sacrifice.
Sometimes, you don’t need to fight
to make someone stay.
Sometimes, you just have to let them go,
and in the letting go,
you find the strength to stand on your own.
There’s peace in that.
In knowing that I don’t need you
to be whole.
