I don't understand how my
love for you ended up
hurting me like this. I
showed up. I stayed. I
cared in every way I knew
how. I gave you the best
parts of me without
hesitation.
I never wanted to be the
reason you felt pain. so why
am I the one carrying so
much of it now? None of it
makes sense. I know I
wasn't perfect, but my love
was honest. My intentions
were real.
And now I'm left sitting in
this confusion, trying to
understand how the person
I trusted with my heart
became the same person
who shattered it.