I've made myself
the side character
in my own story—
the one who stands by,
lifting others up,
while I shrink
in the background.
I don't know how to stop it,
how to step into my own light,
how to be the one
who chooses myself first
without feeling guilty for it.
I want them to watch me walk away
because I've finally chosen my happiness,
but what if making them happy
is the only way I've ever known how to feel okay?
What if, in fixing them,
I've found my peace—
even if, more often than not,
it leaves me empty?
I want to be everything to everybody,
but in doing so,
I forget my own needs,
my own life.
I don't know how to face it head on,
how to stop being the stepping stone,
the one who gives,
gives,
gives—
until there's nothing left.
But what if I don't know how to be happy
without making him feel okay,
without giving them a part of me,
just to feel whole again?
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
