To be honest with you...
I can't be the one
who fixes your broken heart.
Who mends the seams.
I tried.
God knows I tried.
But some hearts
aren't meant to be stitched together
by someone else's hands.
I can be there for you—
when things get real,
when your world
starts to crumble
like wet paper.
I'll hold you tight
on those nights
when your chest feels hollow,
when your pulse
beats like thunder
against a storm you can't escape.
When your eyes break,
and the weight
becomes too much to bear,
I'll be there.
Not as your savior—
but as your shelter.
I'll let your tears fall
like rain against my shoulder,
and I'll whisper,
"You're allowed to feel this."
But I can't be the one
to fix that heavy heart.
The one that's shattered.
Because every time
I pick up your pieces,
I cut myself open.
And I'm bleeding too.
They say you attract what you are.
If that's true...
then maybe I'm just as broken as you.
Two souls
trying to heal each other
with hands that still tremble.
Two people
trying to build a home
out of ashes and apology.
My whole life,
I've fought
to heal the hearts
my soul has touched.
But tonight...
I wave the flag.
Because I love myself too much
to keep drowning
in someone else's storm.
I've shown women the light,
fought tooth and nail
to pull them from the dark—
only to watch them
sink again,
too sad to swim.
And I'm tired.
Tired of being the lifeline
for someone who refuses to breathe.
I opened my heart
to a woman
who couldn't see
that she was worth loving.
Worth holding.
Worth trudging through the mud
to reach solid ground.
No words could show her
what I saw
when I looked at her.
You are damaged,
not fragile.
Sincere,
not naïve.
But you couldn't see that.
And I couldn't make you.
So if one day—
you never hear from me again...
please know this:
I loved you.
With everything I had.
I made you my priority
in ways
I never thought I could
for anyone.
I had so many paths to take,
so many people
I could've chosen.
But out of all those options—
I still chose you.
I stayed.
And when I finally leave...
I hope my absence
brings you the peace
that my presence
never could.
I wasn't perfect.
My love wasn't perfect.
But it was real.
I showed you things
most people wouldn't have.
When I leave,
I hope you remember—
the love,
the laughter,
the quiet moments
where words didn't matter.
I hope you know
that even in the silence...
I was loving you
in ways
I never knew I could.
And when the world gets heavy,
I hope you find someone
who will carry your heart
the way
I once tried to.
Because I can't be everything for you.
Not anymore.
But I'll always be the shoulder—
the safe place,
the quiet space,
where you can fall apart
without fear.
And maybe that's enough.
Maybe that's love too
