I realized I was present in something you had already outgrown.

The decision lived in you long before you told me.

You had already stepped outside of what I was still living in.

Nothing was unclear. That was the worst part.

I was committed to someone who was undecided.

We ended the moment I started asking for less.

You left without noise, and that was the loudest part.

Love didn’t shatter. It thinned, until I could see through it.

The body endures what the mind can not name.

I was loyal to a version of you that never existed.

Losing you didn’t hurt as much as losing who I was when I loved you.

I kept hoping time would create what effort never did.

The ending only exposed how empty the beginning was.

They called me sensitive so they wouldn’t have to call themselves cruel.

Lack reshapes perception until almost becomes enough.

Silence feels peaceful when chaos is all you’ve known.

Feeling lonely with someone hurts more than being alone.