Roses And Thorns

35

-Waking up.

I carried many regrets, with my unwavering loyalty to you at the forefront.

I knew you didn't deserve it, yet I continued to offer it to you time and again, even after you were gone.

It felt as if I was clinging to the ghost of you, trying to convince your fading figure that I was enough for you to stay, even as you slipped away.

For so long, your opinion overshadowed my own, making it incredibly difficult to find my direction without you.

I remained loyal, fully aware that your abandonment had left deep scars.

We were both afraid to label you as the villain in my story, even though anyone reading the pages could see the truth.

I was accustomed to having you influence my decisions and my life, but it was time for me to forge my own path.

This infatuation and heartbreak felt like a heavy burden I needed to shed.

It seemed like you were permanently etched in my mind, and the thought of forgetting you felt impossible.

I mourned what could have been while pretending to be unaffected because I had to see you every day.

I resolved that if you were going to look at me, you would see me happy.

You weren't going to acknowledge your mistakes, and I refused to break down in front of you.

To my surprise, you didn't know me as well as I had thought.

You bought into the façade I had crafted to convince you I was thriving.

My anger towards you for letting me go so easily fueled my determination.

If your pride was all that mattered to you, then I perfected my own just to show you how capable I was of moving on.