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I choose me
I Chose Me
I wanted you
in the quiet way the ocean wants the moon—
pulled without permission,
moved without question.
I wanted us
like a prayer whispered twice,
once for hope
and once for mercy.
I would have built a bridge
from every broken piece of me
just to reach you.
I would have learned the language
of your silence
and called it love.
I stayed longer than I should have,
treading water in promises
that never learned how to float.
Convincing myself
that if I loved you harder,
we would not sink.
But loving you
began to feel like drowning—
lungs full of almost,
arms tired from holding
what would not hold me back.
And I realized
I was disappearing.
Becoming softer around the edges,
quieter in my needs,
smaller in my dreams.
I wanted to make it work.
God, I did.
But I could not save us
by sacrificing myself.
I could not keep pouring
from an empty cup
and call it devotion.
So I chose me.
Not because I stopped loving you,
but because I started loving myself
enough
to breathe.
I walked away
with salt on my cheeks
and strength in my spine.
I chose the shore.
I chose air.
I chose the version of me
who refuses to drown
for someone who would not swim.
And even now,
with love still echoing in my chest,
I know—
Choosing me
was the only way
to survive.
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