but all I did was speak
what was already hurting inside me.
If silence is what you wanted,
then maybe you never wanted me—
just a quieter version
of someone who doesn’t feel too much.
I was trying to move forward,
but I needed your hand to hold,
not your words pushing me back
to where I was trying to escape.
And now you’re done with me,
as if loving you carefully
was something wrong.
dot dot..
I came to you with honesty,
not accusations—
but you heard noise instead of pain.
You told me I live in the past,
but you never asked
what the past did to me.
I wasn’t trying to fight you,
I was trying to trust you—
and maybe that’s what scared you.
Because loving me means
seeing the parts of me
that are still healing.
And instead of staying,
you chose to leave
like I was the problem
you didn’t want to solve.
dot dot dot..
I wasn’t trying to start a storm,
I was just asking if I was still safe
in your arms.
The past still echoes sometimes,
not because I live there—
but because I’m scared
it might repeat itself here.
I didn’t need you to fix it,
just to understand
why my voice trembles
when I say, “Do you still choose me?”
But you saw it as problems,
like I was breaking something
when all I wanted..
was to protect us from breaking.
ehem...
I spoke because I cared,
not because I wanted to fight.
But you called it a problem
and walked out of my life.
Maybe I am still healing—
but I was trying with you.
It hurts that my honesty
was the reason I lost you..
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