every story has two sides,
and if I am the villain in yours,
then I think it is only fair I speak mine.
I know how it must have looked.
I left. I broke your heart.
And I found someone new so fast...
I didn't even give you time to process it.
I just couldn't love you.
I couldn't keep convincing myself that I did.
When it began, I thought it was love.
And maybe it was, for what I thought love was at the time.
It was my first encounter with love, my first illusion.
I didn't know anything else.
And then I met him,
and suddenly everything I thought I understood
felt too small to contain what I was feeling.
It wasn't fair.
Not to you.
Because I couldn't look at you anymore
and turn what I felt into something bigger than it was.
I think what I had for you was something softer.
Something real, just not what you were hoping for.
And I didn't have the courage to say it
without breaking something that already felt so fragile.
So I lied.
I told you I needed space,
when what I really needed
was the ability to leave
without destroying you completely.
What a cruel thing that is —
to care for someone
and still not be able to love them
the way they want to be loved.
What a cruel lie.
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|POEMS| The untold words...
Puisi|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics
