It wasn't the goodbye that ruined me—
It was the small truths
Buried in your lies,
The way trust unraveled
Thread by thread
While you smiled in the sun.
I held you close,
Read stories off your pages,
Wrote glowing reviews
Of a love I thought was ours.
But silence crept in,
Blurring the lines—
Like whiskey swallowed on the rocks,
Your messages proof
That what was
No longer is.
Days stretched on
Without your voice,
Each "I love you"
A fragile echo,
Knowing love wasn't strong enough glue
To hold us together.
It wasn't the goodbye
That ruined me—
It was the way you gave up
On our happily ever after
Without ever trying.
You ran when things got tough,
Let go
Before uttering a word.
The light in your eyes faded
Like the sun setting from the sky.
I mourned you
While you were still
Sitting in the room,
Your heart made of glass,
My mind of stone.
You made up your mind
Before I was even gone—
Kept me alive
Feeding me small pieces of hope.
I wasn't asking for more
Than the bare minimum
You promised,
While I showed you
What it meant
To be truly loved.
It wasn't the goodbyes
That ruined me—
It was the sabotage
In the light,
The kissing and making up
At night.
It was the "I'm not good enough,"
The "we're far too different,"
The cold armor
Pressed against me
As you held me under water.
No decisions made
Until the end—
I loved you,
But it wasn't enough.
I couldn't make you see
What I saw,
No matter how hard I tried.
Your warped reflection
Stared back at you
Especially in the dark—
And I learned
What it means
To be engulfed in light,
Yet kept in the dark,
Mourning a love
That was already gone
