Unchosen

I'm writing this because I don't know what else to do with what I'm feeling. These poems aren't meant to be deep or aesthetic they're just what spilled out when I couldn't hold everything in anymore. When someone you love leaves, it doesn't only hurt, it changes you in ways you don't even understand at first. And I don't know where to keep that version of me except here, in these words. I loved in the only way I knew how fully, openly, emotionally. Maybe too much, maybe more than I should have, but it was real. And when he left, it felt like something inside me collapsed without making a sound. This series is just me trying to understand that quiet collapse trying to understand why being sensitive feels like a flaw, why staying is so difficult for some people, and why I still care even after being left behind. I'm not writing this to look strong. I'm writing because I wasn't okay. And maybe if I put it all into words, I won't feel so alone inside my own head.