I wasn't heartbroken because you left.
I was heartbroken because I stayed.
Stayed through the excuses.
Stayed through the moments my
intuition begged me to leave.
I don't miss you. I miss the version of me
who kept believing you.
The one who saw every red flag and
called it love.
The one who kept watering
a garden that had already died.
You didn't break my heart,
You revealed how much of it
I was willing to sacrifice for someone
who never deserved it.
And somehow, that hurt more.
But here is what neither of us knew-
the part of me that survived you
became stronger than the part
that loved you.