The saddest part of this story is that
you didn’t care enough to pause—
to see the trembling in my voice,
or the ache behind my questions.
You didn’t acknowledge it.
You assumed I shouldn’t be hurt.
And instead of easing my pain,
you slipped into silence and blocked me,
as if I was too loud for your comfort.
You didn’t care enough to reassure me.
Again.
I guess I expected too much,
invested too soon,
believed too deeply in your half-spoken words.
I guess I didn’t matter enough—
not enough to warrant the extra mile.
When all I ever asked for
was a little clarity,
a little softness,
a little “I’m here.”
When all I ever wanted
was to feel truly wanted.
So much for being vulnerable,
for wearing my heart unguarded.
You weren’t ready to meet me where I stood—
and that’s okay.
It hurts,
but I can live with that.
Because I’ve learned,
even love leaves lessons behind