Castles in the Sky

˙⋆ It Was You ⋆˙

I thought it was me.

I thought that I was hard to love—

With my anxiety thunderstorms,

My incessant need for reassurance,

My love language of words.

I thought that it was me who was hard to love,

Painful even.

But it wasn't.

It was you.

You were the hard one to love—

With your emotional gaslighting,

Your incessant need to be right,

Your love language of manipulation.

I didn't realize that it was you all along.

I was too busy believing your lies

And ignoring the signs.

I was too busy exchanging

Irresponsibility for incapability,

Laziness for lack of time,

Childishness for pickiness.

Then, one day, I woke up.

One day, I was no longer busy with such stupidity,

No longer exchanging immaturity for yet another excuse.

One day, I realized the flaw was believing

I was the only one hard to love.

Now I understand a critical difference between us:

I am hard to love

Because my brain is already a gaslighting master.

You were hard to love

Because you simply refused to grow up

And stop playing Peter Pan.