Surviving Heartbreak

You're Done

I'm done showing up,
done standing in doorways,
waiting for something
that never arrives.

No longer will I stand here,
giving you chances to leave me
one more time, to show me
how little my care has meant.

I won't hold the door open,
won't answer your messages,
won't let you think I'm a place
to return when it's convenient.

I'll unfollow, unsee, undo—
and if we cross paths on the street,
you'll meet my silence
and feel my absence like stone.

You called me selfish for caring,
but this time, I'll wear it proudly;
I'll choose my peace over your ease,
my happiness over a history unkept.

And if someday you come back,
hoping to find the same warmth,
you'll only hear me say,
I don't know your name.

That's when you'll see—
it was never selfish to love you;
the selfishness lay in leaving,
in keeping me waiting in vain.

—MistakenGenius