Don’t you say..

Breakups always get twisted in between where the truth lies..

Don’t you ever say I just walked away,
when I left pieces of myself behind.
I stayed through the quiet damage,
through love that asked me to shrink to survive.

I learned how to breathe in rooms
where my name was spoken like an afterthought.
I learned how to apologize for needs
you never planned to meet.

I didn’t leave because I stopped caring—
I left because caring was killing me.
Because I was disappearing
and you never noticed the absence.

So don’t rewrite me as careless,
or brave in the wrong way.
I didn’t walk away.
I crawled out,
barely whole,
still loving you.