It wasn't the way he strung me along, but it was the way he smiled.
It wasn't the way he used me, but it was the way he gave me his attention in return.
It wasn't the way he would leave me alone for months, but it was the way I would hopelessly dream about him coming back.
It wasn't how cold his heart was, but it was how warm he made me feel.
It wasn't how he gave me panic attacks, but it was when I confused them for love.
It wasn't the way he made me feel worthless, but it was when I realized I could breath without him.
It wasn't when I stopped seeing him, but it was when I saw you.
It was the way you made me feel important, but it wasn't the way he seemed to be upset that I moved on.
It was the way you loved me for me, but it wasn't the heartthrob he used to give me.
It was the way I healed my wounds from from him, but it wasn't the scars they left behind.
It was you, but it wasn't him.
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It Was, But It Wasn't
PoesíaIt's kinda poetry? I've never been really good at it, so read at your own risk. It's about findin clarity from toxic people and finding the ones that matter. I hope you enjoy
