📝 To Unhealthy Love

You didn’t always hurt me.
But you never really held me either.

There were good days, yes.
Moments that made me stay.
But most of the time, I was tired.
Tired of over-explaining.
Tired of second-guessing myself.
Tired of loving in a way that left me empty.

I kept hoping you would change.
That things would settle.
That if I just gave more, stayed calm, stayed quiet,
you’d finally meet me where I was.

But love isn’t supposed to feel like a test.
Or a performance.
Or a slow disappearance of your own voice.

I started losing myself trying to hold us together.
And in the end, I realized
if love costs you your peace, your self-worth, your joy…
it’s too expensive.

I can love someone and still walk away.
I can grieve what we had
and still choose what I need.
That’s not weakness.
That’s healing.

So this is not said in anger.
It’s said with a calm heart:
You were a chapter.
But I’m ready for something softer.
Something honest.
Something that doesn’t ask me to shrink to belong.