not in a loud way,
not with promises I can’t keep,
but in that quiet, dangerous way
where you give someone
the last soft part of you
you swore you’d protect.
This my final try.
Not because I don’t believe in love
but because I’m running out of versions of me
that still do.
I done bent before,
compromised pieces of myself
just to make something last longer
than it was meant to.
I stayed past expiration dates,
called it loyalty,
called it patience
whole time it was me
refusing to accept
I wasn’t being chosen.
But this time…
this time I’m standing still.
No chasing.
No over-explaining.
No trying to prove
I’m worth what I already know I am.
You either see me
or you don’t.
And if you don’t…
If this falls apart
like everything else I tried to hold together
I won’t break.
I won’t beg.
I won’t go looking for closure
in places that never gave me peace.
I’ll just go back
to what I know best.
Where feelings don’t stay long.
Where nights are temporary.
Where nobody asks questions
they don’t want the truth to.
Where I don’t invest in love
I just cover the cost of distance.
Pay for silence.
Pay for space.
Pay for people to leave
before they get the chance to stay
and figure me out enough
to hurt me right.
No attachments
just transactions.
No history
just moments that disappear
when the night does.
Back to survival.
Where love don’t cost a thing
Cause no one’s offering it.
And maybe that’s colder…
but at least it don’t lie.
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