I still would
gave you the softest parts of me, like they were safe in your hands.
You were the one who said, “you deserve to be loved the way you love.” So I believed you.
I believed you, when you promised you wouldn’t leave after I told you, how everyone eventually does.
I was there, in the late night calls, in the tears you couldn’t stop, in the silence when no one else chose you. I was there. every single time.
But the night I needed you most, you chose someone else. And suddenly I was petty, too much, too wrong.
Funny how someone can promise to stay, while quietly learning how to walk away.
I still cry for you. I still love you. I still know that if you called, my heart would run to you before my mind could stop it.
But what about the night mine broke in your absence?
What about the promises that felt so real, until they weren’t
