I offered you my heart,
You accepted it with a smile.
We made plans together,
Counting down the days, dreaming of what lay ahead.

Then something changed.
You grew distant, stopped waiting,
And then the silence arrived,
Bringing with it pain and anxiety I could not ignore.

I reached out again and again,
But my words were met with silence.
Needing answers you would not give,
You were busy seeking attention from guys who did not care.

You turned your back on something genuine,
Choosing chaos and hurt instead.
Maybe hurting me was easier,
Because my love was just too much for you.

You ignored the person who would have protected you,
The one who sat and listened to your pain.
Your silence told me nothing,
But you acted like it communicated a lot.
Yet the way you twisted things hurt me more.

You questioned my actions,
But never stopped to look at your own.
You made me feel like I was the problem,
Like I was the cause of all the hurt.

Somehow your love became hatred.
We promised not to hurt each other,
Yet you hurt me with ease.
It made me feel like I wasn’t good enough,
Despite everything you once told me.

All I wanted was to show you love,
The love I believed you deserved.
Clearly that love was too much for you;
You would rather feel hurt instead.

The friendship that we promised
Was clearly hollow in your eyes.
The connection that you claimed to feel
Only ever meant something to me.

Maybe I expected too much.
Maybe I was just a toy to you,
Someone you could unload your trauma onto
Before going back to the one who caused it.

To disregard me like I was rubbish
Says more about you than it does about me.
You never once considered my feelings
When you decided to ruin my life.

Every time I look for closure,
Words like narcissist, cold-hearted, and gaslighting appear.
But I would never use those words to describe you,
Because that would be unfair to you.

I chose not to hurt you,
Because revenge would not serve me well.
I was always honest with you.
You have my trust—you always will—
Even though you do not deserve it.

One last thing before I go:
You said all your exes were toxic.
Maybe you have rewritten your past,
Instead of looking at yourself.

I know you will not read this,
Because you simply do not care.
You haven’t reached out once,
Even after knowing how I was feeling.
I know that I was never important to you,
Despite the fact that you broke my heart.

At no point do I regret meeting you,
Even though you clearly do.
I hope things can be repaired,
But I doubt you would ever want that.

Every day you will search for love,
Only to find that it isn’t there.
Then one day it will dawn on you
That you had it all along.