I wanted to share with you a poem I wrote about a tough, relational ending π
Drowning inside your misery,
the price of my innocence paid.
I gave you a love without boundaries,
but love was a mask you portrayed.
We forged what I swore was forever,
a bond that no fire could break.
But glass can disguise itself golden,
and dreams can be easy to fake.
How do I tear down the visions,
the stories you painted as true?
A castle of paper and silence,
that crumbled the moment I knew.
For love is not always in holding,
sometimes itβs in the letting go,
To lose you became my redemption,
in breaking, I found my salvation.