until they echoed
without ever becoming truth.
I believed your promises
until they became seasons—
always arriving,
never staying.
I believed my tears
would soften your heart.
Instead,
they became another victory
for your pride.
I kept speaking,
not to win,
but to be understood.
I wanted you to know
why I was hurting,
why my voice trembled,
why my heart sounded louder
than my words.
But you never listened.
You heard my tone,
yet ignored my pain.
You judged my voice,
yet never held my heart.
Again and again,
you told me,
"Stop talking."
So I did.
Not because I had nothing left to say,
but because you convinced me
nothing I said
would ever matter.
Then you said
you were done with me,
that you never wanted
to hear another word from me again.
So I gave you
exactly what you asked for—
Silence.
And suddenly,
my quiet became louder
than all the words
you refused to hear.
Your calls came.
Your messages followed.
You asked where I was.
But tell me...
Why search for the voice
you were so desperate to silence?
The saddest part isn't
that I stopped believing you.
It's that somewhere
between your words
and my silence,
I stopped believing
love would ever sound
like home again....
