The Difference Between You and I

The difference between
You and me

I am honest with myself,
But you?
You lie,
day after day,
to the mirror you refuse to face.

You said you tried
But did you?

Was leaving me alone
on our anniversary
your idea of trying?

Was it trying
to disrespect my twin,
like tearing at a thread
just to see if I’d unravel?

When I begged you to leave me be,
to clear your head,
to not speak through fists of anger
was that trying?

Or was it the nights
you slammed the door,
packed your bags,
turned your back on my calls,
waiting until your desire
decided to pull you back?

Was it trying
when you spat venom
I’m nothing,
Go be with my twin,
Hell, be with anyone but me?

Let’s not pretend,
don’t cast me as the villain,
don’t play the victim
when you twist words like knives,
denying the wounds you carved.

We both know
neither of us was perfect.
But you?
You wielded pain like a weapon.

When you love someone,
you don’t break them.
You don’t walk away.
You don’t let the cracks widen.
You build bridges through the storm
flaws and all.

So tell me,
was that really trying?
Or were you just content
to bask in the glow
of someone loving you?

Because I know now
you never loved me.
It was infatuation,
a fleeting flame that died
the moment you found another spark.

You moved on quick
like erasing a chalkboard
and writing a new name.

I don’t care what you say
I was done too.
But when you love,
when you see a future,
when you make promises

you fight.
You stay.

You don’t just walk away
like it’s a casual goodbye.
Now I see clearly
you never loved me.