and you don’t feel the same?
I gave you my whole heart
like it was safe in your hands,
but you held it
like it was optional.
I thought love grew equally
in both directions—..
but mine expanded
while yours stayed still.
And now I’m left
overflowing
into someone
who isn’t filling me back.
err.
I knew I was giving more.
I felt it every time
I waited longer,
cared deeper,
hurt quieter.
But still ilovedyou
because my heart
didn’t know how to love halfway.
And maybe that’s where I lost myself
not in loving you,
but in not being loved
the same way back.
